Not be

Souls I cannot believe in but
Are true
Noted loss
There is pain that cannot be lain on words
To await a match, a
Deliverance

To be them, to be her, to be
to be, to be her, to be them
to be her, to be, to be, to be, to

To not be

Gathered armfuls of tear and song; no
A procession of bowed heads
A garlanded silence
darkening, now
Colourless

Leave a Comment





seventeen + 18 =

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.