Where we never stood

Do you still recall that day?
Before you once again depart,
So many words I long to say.
Were it to be another way,
Beneath these blossoms’ gentle hues
Your hand would be in mine to stay.
A boiling sky of storms betrays
The raging torment of my heart,
As I stand here and quietly pray.


Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more... https://www.instagram.com/learningtolovethesilence/

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