It’s been seven hundred and eight days since I last heard from you I wonder if you’re okay every day and I still see you in my dreams
POEM| Seven Hundred & Eight Days
Two Years Gone But Never Forgotten
I spent every day at the hospital but I didn’t care I spent my birthday at the hospital but I didn’t care
POEM| A Minute With You Again
Many nights I've prayed for a minute with you again
MARIAM SHITTU 