It seems that Everybody Loses Friends,
Loved Ones, Children, Lovers, Wives, Husbands, Too
It’s like a palimpsest that never ends,
Words, scraped off and rewritten, till right through,
You can see the tale of other lives that ended,
And new ones that began, like aspen growing.
It always seems, that when Life can’t be mended,
To know one’s not alone’s enough for...
Continue reading...