Clouds may cross the sky but the sun is still there...
She haunts my thoughts since that day she left;
Mornings seem to be the hardest…
The bed feels empty and cold.
The pillow smells like her
I can’t shake her off
I keep trying
But she’s there
Alone
Why?
About the Creator
Roger Stefani
I've done many things in my life but always come back to writing; I have an inner voice that wants to be expressed and I need to build the discipline to do so.
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