When I lived in his head, he knew he was going to die
Category: short poetry
Short Poem I
If you ever miss me
The sun will split your camera lens
And you’ll find me where the sky kisses the sea
(For Stephen, when I thought depression would win).
When I lived in his head, he knew he was going to die
If you ever miss me
The sun will split your camera lens
And you’ll find me where the sky kisses the sea
(For Stephen, when I thought depression would win).