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.
Come in, come in,
Look down into the abyss of my inkwell
See for yourself what you did
Just struck 11 On this quiet spring night Friendless. Earlier this afternoon Sat in sun, staring at the trees Thoughtless. Now in this silence I see mourners in PPE suits My friends. My thoughts. Featured image: Woman...
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A wave of somethings appeared out of nowhere Thoughts, recollections and some debris Some, questioning if my memory is true Others, smiling with kindness at me— but still unhappy at my worries That I didn’t create...
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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...
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