The Limbo Place

by Ink   Apr 27, 2023

I sat by the wishing well
tossing coins from my soul,
pondering if I'd survive
before they were spent.
Wistful memories flutter
just out of reach as I grasp at
them to keep her close,
fearing the inevitable has
already happened, and I'm
just playing catch up.


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