Bits and Pieces
When I read your words,
When I hear your voice,
When your emotions run across the page
Your soul exposes itself
But in fact
I know only pieces,
Small portraits in time,
And I want to know more.
Details won’t change
The impact you’ve had on me
But they’d refine the picture,
The person I’ve come to know.
Call me crazy but when we finally sit at a cafe,
...Tuesday 13th August 2024 2:08 am
There Was Wind Blowing In The Trees
My grandparents names stand in front of me
Hundreds of yards away from each other, neighborly
They were always a city away,
But now so close for eternity.
There with the named and the nameless,
Where so many lives remain only in memory.
There was wind blowing in the trees,
Sun beating down upon our face,
Some of us walked on,
Some of us stayed.
Flowers ...
Monday 15th April 2024 4:47 am
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