Isolation is a crevice in my head, where my thoughts like to dwell and dawdle when grief seeps. Grief seeps, it doesn’t pour. It does not pour like the rain- heavy and dark, then clear and clean when the sun moves out. It seeps slow, smooth and soft. It fills in like the kind of…
The many years
Through the many years that played between us, though the many years that lay between us- . I see glimpses of my joy in things that make you smile, The more I look, and find of you I see myself for a while. . Maybe, today I can say I see the reasons, to your…
Still…
In my breath, there Is a gasp of restlessness In my heart, a knot Of uncoiled emotion Deep in my eyes, there Is nothing Nothing at all to see In my voice, there Is a treble of grief In my head, a plexus Of mindless mumbles Deep in my soul, still Is a desire, Desire…