Once we'd gone
a considerable way
away from any place
I thought you'd know.
I let go of your hand
and smile. "Best of
luck to you, now."
I step away - three,
four, five steps -
until I'm far enough
away that you can't
find me over the
bustling of activity
and the chatter
around you.
Entertain me,
dolly.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Things Unseen
PoesíaThe world is a beautiful place but it has grown strangely repetitive and dull in its constant beauty. Novel in verse. Unfinished #3 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.