Categories: poetry/ writing

I hear bombs are falling close to you lately,
Nights are rough for me,
We will be reunited someday soon,
My dreams tell me,
My heart never stops telling me.

I’ve set aside all of your treasured possessions,
The ones you left with me for safekeeping,
In the corner of my room,
To keep you in my thoughts.

by Agostino Scafidi