Showing posts from January, 2020

Coffee Shop Princess

I remember the nights When the winds came Whispering memoirs of you And the ever-years since When barren loins No longer bear fruit I recall when emails ceased An historical marker of mind And the passing of days to decades With silence slicing like Invisible, inevitable assassins Still, I'm in ever-want of you Sweet life - savage and stabbing Yet beautiful and healing, now All that remains are woeful Cinemas in theaters of mind Same movie on loop - ELS