Freeze Frame

I wrote this poem at around 4.43 this morning when I couldn’t sleep. Here’s the context. Freeze frame. It was there. There. Right then. Then. That second exactly. That’s when I lost you. You switched yourself off. I can pin point it. My words. Our touch. Your look. Shut down. Pull back. Close off. It…

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To a Former Love: Some Questions

I wrote this poem around 15 years ago, when I lost a love. I was 34. This poem is a hopeful plea not to be forgotten. In all likelihood, though, I have been.¬† Do you ever think of me In the stillness of the night? Is the place I could have lain lonely, cold and…

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