A few months ago I was lost,
I wasn't positive about anything...

Your fingertips travel from rib cage
to hip bone like country back roads...

Headstones aged lined in rows
Representing lives of broken souls...

Ocean, your waves kiss the shore, then withdraw
with the moon as a conductor of your reassuring...

[R.I.P [my yellow lab] put to sleep on Feb. 16th.]
Weak body suffering pain begs for peace...

I love snippets of poetry;
how often they are bite-sized...

Immersed in desolation,
memories loiter like butterflies...

Prancing around striving for attention,
Affable advice departs from your lips...

Often I wish I could catch
the sunset in my palms...

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Acidic tears plummet, burning her flesh...

She becomes matted with silence
in midnight hours, thoughts clinched beneath...