Sunday 18 March 2012

Vague

At times, the only urge I feel
is to roll over to face
the other side of the beds we shared
and ask you, "are you okay?"
as I kiss you on the forehead.

2 comments:

Meher said...

I bumped into your blog and have fallen in love with it, and I feel ashamed I wasn't reading it before.

Dreaminglass said...

Please. Feel no shame. This is nothing but the restless ramblings of someone with nothing to say, and no one to say it to.