Leave

I can still hear your voice like the call of evening
Like the way fireflies in a forest draw children near
And so, I cannot simply leave you behind, for I would
Have to abandon what's left of my aching bones and my
Tired, worn-out heart.

Author's Note

Why yes, I am still angsting about Valentine's Day.

Reviews/constructive criticism are appreciated. C:

Reviews

[Charity]

I am just like this! Great poem!