Poem: Echoes
The echo of your departed heart wakes me from hollow dreams– White sheets damp and cold Lay plastered against my …
The echo of your departed heart wakes me from hollow dreams– White sheets damp and cold Lay plastered against my …
Those things we can’t say with words: Lost memories bundled with heartache, End up on the table as distant glances. …
Poetry is sharing those thoughts we keep hidden. *** I want to believe my heart knows what’s best, But wishing …
Yesterday I posted the first stanza of this poem. I didn’t realize til afterward that it was only part of …
When I close my eyes I travel back, My dreams and hopes made tangible. Every glance, every unsaid word, tug …