Without here you,
I have no one to share
My secrets with.
No one to brush the
Hair away from my eyes
When I cry.
No one to cross the stars
With every night.
Without you here,
I have to pretend.
Pretend that I am alright,
With a smile and laugh
That doesn’t belong to me.
But, I’m just the broken one
With an aching heart,
And flowers in her hair.
The one that would never
Walk away.
If only you asked.
If only you were here.
©️KVP
Art: Courtney Knowles, Death & Bloom Art
Kim V. Poetry 