Old photographs
Scattered
Throughout time from wall
To hand
To trunk
Eventually find strangers staring at them in
Thrift shops.
Who will be the last person to remember the
Sound
Of your voice?
Apr29
Tag Archives: Photograph
Aug15
Grappling
And here I am once
Again
With scattered photographs
And unfinished poems in
My bed.
My heart
Grappling naked
With
Echoes.
With memories in the
Dark.
Chole Into Diamonds 