The House A lifetime ago a summer rendezvous here when the house was whole I’d escaped my life you’d made all the arrangements uninterrupted. Those days forgotten or merely sweet memories of crisp linen love. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...
Apologies The paper, blurry. Angry marks on a white space; Ill-defined slashes Emotions stripped bare From teary accusations And gut clenching guilt. Insistent regret, Sorry, so insufficient Apologies fail. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...
Woman Maker of the bed Keeper of stolen secrets Woman of few regrets. In the wee small hours, Clichèd as it might appear Her conscience is clear. Affairs in order Assignations underway She sleeps, unconcerned. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...
Guilty hurting hearts may heal, eventually. scars will remain, though, inevitably. how will you maintain deniability? how will you deal with his vulnerability? prepare for excursions into futility coping with your heart’s fragility. Like Loading...