soniacookbroen
Nothing to say but platitudes
in time hearts heal
and even the worst will learn to feel
the light is low and the shadow he has cast long
still across this plateau
where little magical things grow
but how would you know
as a person who runs
from truth
my little world was just a show
you were a tourist
missing only a camera
passing through
yet raking your mark like a trowel
without thought for Spring’s harvest
some days are better than others now
and then
I will try not to think of you again.