Black tears trickle into
nothingness. I've nothing to
say. Let me be me.
(a cutout) The grey cat stirs upon the ledge, The bay is thick with flecks of white— Swift rays across the falling wall below, The floor before my bed is bright. From crumbling walls white-headed crows take flight. And half out of sleep I watch your sleeping face: Grateful for the resin-scented night. I get up and go out in a solitary daze… Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
Comments
the photograph was marvellous
Hugs for you!
Great photo, but still utterly rips me apart.