angular digits scratch at the sky
reaching futilely into the bare space for something
to remind them of brighter spring days
filled with our laughter, and dreams, and talk of a future
but they like me, are empty and alone
and suddenly this courtyard is so much colder than i remember
2 comments:
This turns quickly and sharply - very well done.
Thank you, I love the craft of movement through words!
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