TWENTY-SEVEN
withered into shambles

You leave without any notice.
Not a crease from our bed left in shambles,
not a sour note from our bowing floor.
I try to trace your footsteps,
but you've covered your tracks.

― like you always do.

  

  Who is the person you go to when you need to smile?  
𐎀 My boyfriend & my best friend are my favorite people ♡

May