Random Thoughts
He wrote poems,
Little bridges,
Broken lifelines.
Distance, like darkness
Drained the heart,
Despite the crying,
That no one heard,
Dreaming, replacement
Denials, escapement,
Confusion all around,
Until the final shutdown.
She loved orchids,
And the full moon,
Those were her windows.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2012
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