David
David
Yet I feel you— your ghost lingers in my breath. Your vanilla and honey hair, a lie of summer, perfumes my waking hours. You were never there. But still— I remember. I will always remember.
David
Yet I feel you— your ghost lingers in my breath. Your vanilla and honey hair, a lie of summer, perfumes my waking hours. You were never there. But still— I remember. I will always remember.