I
Know...
Whispering softly
into your ear as I cry...
That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy...
Lighthanded,
she whisks a spoon around the kettle...
You can burn me, use me, cut me down to size,
But that won't make me less than what I already am...
I’m not good at much.
I get nervous at the idea of interaction...
hot grief stings a face
now separated from the...
I've been lying to myself
for the sake of my child...
Fifty summers spent in shade and sun
boating down rivers from ancient leas...
Thank you so much for our moment in time
It really meant something to me...
You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...
the roses in your cheeks faded
changing colour...