i drop a white marble, one by one like Gretel on her afternoon walk not with hope of a return, just with some thoughts of a wishing (you) well: a freedom to have found what you sought i am lightening your load, i am letting you go, you said- 'this is the purest form of… Continue reading pure

phantom limb

your shadow in the door your echoes down the hall the sun that hit us both now split through two windows our hands are tied we bleed from a self-inflicted blow two arrows standing straight too stiff to bend the bow