I’m schooling myself against hope: This is all too little, too late, but then after this long, lonely day, you text: there’s work to do, come– we have such a very short time, the sun’s left behind a cool breeze,…
Poems about the dark times.
I’m schooling myself against hope: This is all too little, too late, but then after this long, lonely day, you text: there’s work to do, come– we have such a very short time, the sun’s left behind a cool breeze,…