orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
17 June 2016
home, abandoned
I always believed
I would remain a place
you call home
no matter
where you went
or with whom
now I find myself
standing on the shore
staring at an empty sea
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