From The Heart

by February 16, 2020 0 comments

For C.R.R.

Like a calf
strayed from
its mother,
like an apple
rolled from its
Like a conch shell
alone on the ocean’s
I am abandoned,
without you with
The state of loneliness
can never be mocked,
nor can it be endured.
Especially when feelings
have grown so real,
and love has so deeply
Here is one from the heart,
soft and sensitive,
like they say I never write…
because now I see, past
my lonely, dark soul,
your face in golden

editors note:

My tree, my tree, your apple I be. – mh clay

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