So this will be the last poem I am to write before the year 2016 ends entitled, Unwriting You.
So tonight I found the courage
to unwrite you
to recall the written notes
and to forget what I wrote about you.
Tonight, I was alone
waiting for your phone call,
but I was wrong,
gravely wrong for waiting
Tonight, I found the courage
to spell out your name,
in three words
it says:
Who are you?
Our Memories in My Version of Us is collection of poems written under the influence of brokenness. See the other poems in this link: bit.ly/OurMemoriesInMyVersionofUs or check the whole 16 poems below:
