all your sweet
nothingness
bathed in moonlight --
(this bitterness
not yet spoken)
Atlas Poetica, 38, 2019
A Room of My Own: Parting Words Tanka
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so much of life
grows clearer with the years —
her parting words
yet grit like sand in my mouth
whenever I repeat them
*Added: *
newly divorced
I stare at...
