LakeA Poem by Riley
It's March 7th
A little more than two months ago No letters typed No message sent No text read No insight 2,182 miles away It's always "how was your day" "You're a brother to me" That make my day just a little bit better Meetings from a camera Happy chuckles. No more reflection No more affection Just an empty black lens Watching me From then on. It's April 18th I still await for a response A message A call I want to frame the only thing I have. Your picture on the wall. A "how was your day" "what's up chum" But it's never going to come.
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Added on April 19, 2018 Last Updated on April 23, 2018 Author
RileyWatertown, NYAboutHello all, this is the journal of my mind where I can say anything I want, to a group of strangers. No judgement, no vain comments, just a group of people who admire the same art. I look forward to re.. more..Writing
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