in my dream
you died
and I cried because it hurt
and I hugged your sister
and I cried even more
and I don't remember much
but the blinding pain
and the regret of never having told you how in love I am with you
I need to see you in July
please tell me you're going to be there in July
YOU ARE READING
you sold my childhood home in 22 (journal part II)
Poetrymy first love was my hometown I am still grieving her
