Mar Nostalgia

It is
After I waved goodbye
And watched
My friend drove away
After I closed the door and sat down,
Then there came
Encumbering me
Like a thick fog
Fear crept into me
For the first time I am
I fought
Hard to control my emotion
To stop the tears I covered my
I am so alone

by samuel jan

Comments (1)

a great theme of poetry the leaving of a friend and here so well done the ending pure perfect a fine poem