falling snow
is a singing bird...
the silence
between the two of us
on the long way home
morning mist...
driving alone to work
I struggle
to remember
what we argued about
her last note reads
what remains of us
are the shards
of broken memories…
a sickle moon glowing
what shall I do
with my cold body
left in the dark...
running my fingers through
tangled memories of her
those lips I kissed…
now, my dog and I
lie side by side
in the attic room
brightened by a Bic lighter
Atlas Poetica, 13,Autumn 2012
Cool Announcement: A Freebie, the unseen arc by Kala Ramesh
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My Dear Readers:
NeverEnding Story contributor, Kala Ramesh, had a free ebook out: the
unseen arc, winner of The Snapshot Press Book Awards. Her collection...