fallen

I fell in the afternoon, fell hard for you.

many many moons ago and still days pass with the idea of you slung around my wrist

I found an old red book where I used to write to you

sometimes I forget the way I feel or the way that I felt,

so like me to remind myself.

Published by Erin Rose Belair

I write because maybe you have felt this way as well. Because none of us truly love or ache alone. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair

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