Wyrthe

Tag: Confessional

  • Your Note

    I saw a note You left me years ago And when I sat, I said Without thinking, “Please come back And don’t give up,” Yet you’ve been gone For years. I can’t say that. There’s no coming back now. I don’t hurt like I used to – I don’t nearly call you Once a week…

  • Echoes in the Kitchen

    Wish I knew how To sell the space You take up in me. It’s the middle of the night, no, It’s really the morning, When the earliest risers rise And I can’t fall Asleep. Instead I’m eating A breakfast sandwich, Hoping silencing one void Will be enough to let me dream. The kitchen is cold…