If I could be there,
I'd say we should brave the cold
and take your dog out for a walk
(even in the small hours
of the night)
just to get you out
of the house for a little while.
Then you could rant,
or stay awkwardly quiet,
or cuss under your breath
and breathe fresh air
and I'd listen to the silence
or the cusses
or whatever.
I wouldn't really be any help.
But I'd try to be.
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With Love: A Collection of Works
PoetryA Collection of different writing medias I've experimented with, from prose, poetry and song lyrics to (very) Short Stories & 'Articles.' Some of these will be new pieces for this book, others I may have written a few years ago and just never had a...