Next summer


The water pools under her dirty feet Dark and clay-like they sink further into the murky deep “Stick to me like glue , “she thinks There’s always next summer to get you clean The water swirls in her dirty sink I’ve been washing these hands for years it seems The cracks are trials of yet another week But there’s always next summer to get you clean The water ebbs at her bended knees I’ve been waiting on them for decades in silent plea So stiff and weary from years of no belief There’s always next summer to get you clean … Continue reading Next summer

Done


You hate to be kind I’m sorry but not sorry I didn’t cry I’m hurt feelings and your feelings hurt It’s ok but it’s been too much work A la Carte Broken heart why sup On sorrow and she disappointed her wits with the end Auvoir has come again Huge sigh …of sweet goodbyes Continue reading Done