Like a well run dry
I have no more energy.
Efforts great and small
I watch as you discard them
Shoes squishing my everything.
Tag: grief
These tears freely fall
Like leaves on an autumn breeze
How fragile we are
With uncertain tomorrows
Paris Mon Coeur tend la main.
These words slowly drip
Like candle wax on cake, yet –
There was no party
And the light was extinguished
Before I could make a wish.