My old diaries
The other day I read my old diaries, the last entry was from the last time I saw you,
you said it wasn't goodbye forever, that we would see each other again, but we didn't,
you left and never came back, leving me wondering where you were, every day.
Sometimes I wonder if you were thinking about comming back when you left, I'm
still waiting for you to come back.
This poem is about:
My family