Unread...
“Unread”
I keep the messages I never sent
folded like pressed petals
between pages of a book you’ll never read.
Your name is a key I still wear around my neck,
cold against my skin,
a ghost of touch I can’…
“Unread”
I keep the messages I never sent
folded like pressed petals
between pages of a book you’ll never read.
Your name is a key I still wear around my neck,
cold against my skin,
a ghost of touch I can’…