Don't call him
Don't call him
Don't call him
Think of something else to do
Just don't call him
What if he calls me
What would we say
Just the same old shit
Nothing new
Don't call him
My heart is heavy
So much to say
Just need time
Time to heal
Time to remember why we broke up in the first place
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Have to fill them so I
Don't call him
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.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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