To Edit, Divine.


He writes to bring her back to life,

to see her smile twinkling in his eyes.

His plots unwind slowly in strange alleys,

 just to meet her once again.

Sometimes she visits,

Mostly not,

Yet he fills even margins with hope and love,

In crabbed handwriting she can recognize.

@Emily Parker


Posted on

November 1, 2021

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