Poetry & Art

YOU

My thoughts and my dreams were all about you.

I couldn’t make plans or even think for myself—all I wanted was you.

So hard to be me when I’m surrounded by you.

And now you’re gone, but I’m still hurting because of you.

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by Esella Ibarra

A little goes a long way.


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