misses
misses please miss me like the summer misses the winter or rain becoming sleet then snow emptier colder heading into the fog what's next who goes there alas alack 'tis…
shift my soul
shift my soul we are no more shifted into darkness shuffling alone toward a street light echoes shadows ghosts beside me 12-26-24 back to > mystical realism index |
Blooming
How do I carry around guilt about my divorce? The divorce I fought against. The two times I got us into couples' therapy. The effort and growth I went through…
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