Month: July 2020

Knowing you

I knewA girl who batted her eyelashesOne who touched meand had a tinkling laughOne who stood tearlessby her husband’s coffinthen criedwhen we joined handsOne who wasthe most alive personI had ever seenAnd one who told me thingsyou should not hear


Packing my bags

An apprehensionof not knowing the next move An assumed wordleft outthat should have been there The world goes cartoonish Walk with mefor I may not know the way Talk with mefor I know not what to say Do not trust meanymorefor I am poor and I watch a different show