Atropos Leaves Her Lover Behind
Spoken Word Wondering when she can’t do things erase The lead streaks remind One of the empty parking Lot that we went to — the hill underneath The tires matched how Still we were...
Tagged: lost love
Bittersweet You
Poem A: I breathe your name: I whisper it like a beautiful secret To drift onto the empty night, Hear it fall with the snowflakes And echo off the stones, And come right back...
