Written by Jacob Ibrag

It was over the moment it began.

She said hi, yet all I heard was goodbye.

I could see into tomorrow. First kiss, first

secret whispered from her perfect lips. I’d

stare at her at random times, and she would

ask why. Love? No. This, it’s a Summer

thing. As Winter nears, so will our

end. Memories lost in purgatory.

Artist Unknown

1 comment on “Over

  1. Hi Eyes+Words. Thank you for liking my poem A Dark Shape! Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.

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