And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
It is four in the morning. Endless hours of flying, Brought me from sunshine to sunshine. Brain on autopilot. Disconnected. Still. Experiencing, The newness of the old. Opened the door. House woke up to the sound, As if...
I write these poems imagining
That you are reading them
Which then makes me imagine
That you are seeing the heart of me
Fifteen days. Life took over. Wonderful life. Life with breakfast. Seeing her off in the morning. Looking for her in the evening. Looking over the patio, ignoring the neighbors. Everything became home. NDTV on all the...
Black. Let me try this one, she said “…can I do this by my own?” Pushing him away, A self-deprecating Twist on her lip said “I look …y,” Nearly taking it off White. Color of his...
I woke up late to a still mind.
A second later the voice of inspiration
Whispered. Only its presence, not any words.
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