Rock
Here I am,
sitting atop this rock –
the one you said you’d always come back to –
but here I am: alone.
How different this rock is, without you here as well.
It’s more real. It stares into me.
Here I am,
sitting atop this rock –
the one you said you’d always come back to –
but here I am: alone.
How different this rock is, without you here as well.
It’s more real. It stares into me.