How is she doing right now.
These are the words,
that rattle through my mind.
I think of her I think of us.
I imagine the future of us two.
But what she did,
killed a part of my heart.
She was my first.
I certainly wasn't her last.
I wonder what she thinks of us now.
By EM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem