Mirrored echo,
playful shadow
always a kind face
smiling back at me.
Silently stare,
through my plastic –
cosmetic artwork
designed to marry.
But you just sit,
a quiet echo
reminding me of
a child I once knew.
Untitled VII
Leave a reply
Once I was a writer
Non-Fiction Essays, Short Stories, Memoirs, Poetry, Articles and Columns
