Y O U ✍

For you who are the light of the chamber of the lost are laid, the life of the heart, the dead in the days, the beautifully remembered, the wetted, the dear, who has gone home. I just wanted to tell you how long I've always run around, how hopeful it always wanders, how to look forward to a hug. From you lost, who forgot where to land. Now gone, forgetting to go home. Come, my coffee is always warm because of tears and sweat.