Chapter 7 [Poetry]

We loved…
I loved.
You liked.
We tried.
I fell.
You tripped.
We got up,
Our ghosts touched.
We drifted.
I held on.
You drowned.
We sank.


I hurt.
You hid.
We. Were. Tired.
I left.
You ran.
Our ghosts fell,
And our shadows wept.
We loved.
We tried.
We quit.
Both hurt.
We learned.
…I think.

Written By B. Elae – Houston, Texas

from the book Bloodroots


One Comment Add yours

  1. Pat Milone says:

    Simply beautiful.


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