A weary head leans
to the left for a
shoulder that’s not
there to support it.
Life and distance
separates them.
But distractions
are absent, and
the head now mourns
for the shoulder
it took for
granted and
let slip away.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
A weary head leans
to the left for a
shoulder that’s not
there to support it.
Life and distance
separates them.
But distractions
are absent, and
the head now mourns
for the shoulder
it took for
granted and
let slip away.