picking stray hairs off the blankets
and bits of rug out of her knees
she rocks back on her heels
and stands, dressing quickly
in the cold left by his absence,
imagines again singing him
awkwardly to sleep.
This entry was posted on February 6, 2009 by joanna. It was filed under life, poetry, writing and was tagged with love, valentine.
I was choosen for the Premio Dardos award which means now I have to choose 5 others , A sort of chain letter, but not really..You be one, check my site for more details…
Of course you may not do this, which is fine….It’s just my way of letting you know how incredible I think your writing is..
February 8, 2009 at 2:35 pm
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