waiting for warmer days.
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and Boreas played his harp through the night.
the lingering sadness (or happiness) of rain.
My Letter to You
My letter to you. (Put into the “free-verse” category because I don’t have a prose category.)
What Once Was
what once was is nothing now.
leave your side
smile when the sun shines on you.
you are so far away.
in these pages you left behind, your lyrics left unfinished, i will write the rest of your song.
you said you would be back. it was a lie. you said you loved me. but you left me behind to die.
and all that once was thrums in the bass, low and steady.