Some other place some other time not this one, not while streaks of tears run down my face. Not while My stomach feels empty. Not while my skin can’t tell the temperature. Let’s meet then, some other time, when I’m okay, when I’m recovered from losing you. |
Copyright ©2022 Ashi Shadow - 12/11/22
Inspired by lines from “For Love” by Robert Creeley which reminded me of The Great Hunt by Carl Sandburg and then I thought about feelings from losing Katie and others.