Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color
Every six months or so…
Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color
Every six months or so…
My, but you get plenty of meaning per word in this one. Another poet who was unknown to me who shouldn’t have been.
Simon,
This one’s always stayed with me