Martas poems for Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

It does not seem fair

I s raining again, a cold continuous, cold rain, the buzzing sound it makes is hypnotizing Sitting here looking through the glass of the window that faces the patio and the pool my mind wonders into the not so distant past, when we were so happy and we played like kids swimming, dancing holding each other so tight, from the first rays of the sun until late in the night. Today, you are right here in front of me, and I am holding your hands, but there is nothing between us except the sadness in... Sign in to see full entry.

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