I remember how she was so beautiful
and how I wanted to be with her.
And I believe she wanted to be
with me too.
But there was a line I could not cross –
a wedding band on her finger.
Bob Boyd
free verse poems some fiction, some nonfiction
I remember how she was so beautiful
and how I wanted to be with her.
And I believe she wanted to be
with me too.
But there was a line I could not cross –
a wedding band on her finger.
Bob Boyd