Returning
my old love nears
heartbeat skips then thumps
crinkled brow leaks
shadows slithering
here, there, nowhere
eyes unblinking
eardrums pulsing
from darkness, whispers tumble
'come, hurry to me'
Copyright © Robert Bellam | Year Posted 2019
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