a soul torn in half
both cold and broken
takes pictures in the dark
of yesterday’s closing door.
avp
a soul torn in half
both cold and broken
takes pictures in the dark
of yesterday’s closing door.
avp
enduring the season
where wine numbs the hurt,
his feet push down old memories of missed loves
deep into the coarse shelled sand
where tides quickly wash away …
another year passed alone.
avp