sudden silence
no where to go
each new day alone
the hope exists
the heart quickens
but anticipation is stymied
for who can appeal
to a negative
who can hope when
all signs read no
who would want
to force a love
so one-sided
so forelorn
it's doomed.
Sometimes it just takes the other person a little bit longer to figure out and see what is right in front of them.
Maybe the caveman thing would work -- lol -- club her and drag her home.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Maybe the caveman thing would work -- lol -- club her and drag her home.
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.