POEM OF THE DAY
October 21
The dusty pages sent to me, piled in a box
Remind me who I was then, not how I would be now.
Wrote about the gray, wind, rain, how chilled I was.
Feel soft cold air again, in letters to my future self.
I didn’t know how long I’d stay.
The dusty pages sent to me, piled in a box
Remind me who I was then, not how I would be now.
Wrote about the gray, wind, rain, how chilled I was.
Feel soft cold air again, in letters to my future self.
I didn’t know how long I’d stay.