You said my name each time I came back to you. I always returned to you, and you always tried to save me.
As the sunsets in 2018, I remember your words and my name; my name I do not utter.
Should I be myself, or is it just a word?
I’m sure you would know, but you are in the clouds, and I’m down here calling to you.
1 thought on “Thinking of You”
Nice one. Happy NYE!
LikeLiked by 1 person