Unpublished Poems

A string of unpublished

poems, reside in my drafts- 

cast off, lonely and unread,

I'm fed

up of writing. 

A cold draft 

enters through my window

and into my soul

it occupies that hole

inside of me, 

where you used to be. 

Just know, that I miss you.

And know,
 that my heart aches for the day
you say the words
you never dared to say

 back then, back when
 we were together.