Poetry · Writing

Sense

I’m not alone.

These eyes see worlds only

in photos. Photos

I watched captured
in the back of our mind.

Will hold hands, cry

together on shared shoulders

for our lost mother. 
Will travel these eights roads

marching side by side

hands in our.

We are not alone.
~Till next time. S8

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