Waking up to the absence of you Mid-day, hungover, and without a clue It's the questions that were never asked That plague me so. What was your favourite colour? Your favourite shoe? Your favourite book? Where is your favourite reading nook? Which is your muse- love or dollar? What was your favourite high school class? … Continue reading Questions


"What do I do with the memories?" She demands of him, icy fire burning her cheeks "The times I dreamt of our future together? Hoping that we'd grow old, and watch the other die?" She fell in love with the ghost of an idea That love was enough to sacrifice her self That he would … Continue reading Memories