duane that was one of your names carroll another of your names i learned later i never knew you as duane or carroll i only knew you as grandpa the grandpa who drank coffee all day the grandpa who ate toast the grandpa who smoked the grandpa who worked on the computer and tinkered withContinue reading “poem: when you were here”
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Dying to Live
I want to cry, not sure why My heart hurts for two Two that are not But were at one time One time when hers was mine. I know not why Why the two can’t be Be what they were meant to be. Meant to be, what an oddly little phrase Phrase like I loveContinue reading “Dying to Live”