Fading Writings

She wondered if he ever thought about her. 

Letting go seemed easier; staying wasn’t even real. 

Wanting to call him her baby; daydreaming he was hers.

Wondering if he ever thought about that little black and white dress. 

Ever wanted to call her baby; call her his wifey. 

Time and distance made it hard; life even harder. 

Some days she still thinks about him 

Knowing that’s all it will ever be-

Anxiety and stress all making messes  

Farewell and silence between the fading writings on the wall. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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