Dec 19, 2017
Sometimes I think you aren't for what you do not share. Maybe you're too caught up in other things, I dont know why I even care. You mean so much to me, without you my heart is bare. My wish is that you dont fade away to become one of the many names I can't remember or worse, one of the people who mattered but wasn't there. Although I imagine your face daily, it is a cruel thing most unfair. The memory is no more than a ghost eacaped its snare. Its presence is erased without a trace, an error. A fallibly or opposite reality, although thought to be absurd; it is a love liken in its rarity for its rarely heard like.. Snow Falling Upwards- by A.C. Jones #snowfallingupwards by #acjones #poetry #love #snow #mywhits