#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every struggles,
Every person who came my way...
And those that left too.

This old book of mine,
why bring so much pain?
Is ironic how this has become a story
how did we even get here?

It's funny how you could move on
without me.
Sad is the...