Some nights when exhaustion rocks me to sleep. I find myself in the dark searching for you. I call your name but only an echo in the pitch blackness responds. I wait for your reply but nothing I hear. My rib. Mi amour. You, I cannot find.
Lost | Ecency
29 May, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt (Day 3118) Part 6 | Prompt: throw him under the bus (echarle la culpa a él) justclickindiva ·
