a poetic journal.
the day started late I slept in but now it's afternoon I'm awake wondering what's the plan Will I get to those errands I've been putting off Will I find the energy to go for a walk Perhaps I'll take the time to color my hair it is, after all, the start of a brand new age & I should attend to these grey strays I should do a lot of things I just have to start with one.
The worst thing I can hear are those three words many hold so dear,Continue reading “the worst thing I can hear”
Oh they’ll wait, forever and a day, to hear them at least once in their life
but not me
those three words just mean goodbye.
It’s my last memory of you,
the last words I heard before you disappeared
and I had to accept we were through.
and that’s how I came to dread the phrase
‘I love you’.
mhughes poetry 