3 AM at my door, her car sideways in the snow, she stumbled past me into the kitchen, shedding snow, then unzipped her black knee-high boots.
Oof. Beautiful. Poetry.
“Poetry,” she says.
You see things others miss - like literally everywhere, Anne. ❤️
This began as an attempted poem, but I don't know poetry, so I made it this.
…and you saw that. You always see beyond the surface of things.
Your words give me reason to, Paul.
🙏🏼
Oof. Beautiful. Poetry.
“Poetry,” she says.
You see things others miss - like literally everywhere, Anne. ❤️
This began as an attempted poem, but I don't know poetry, so I made it this.
…and you saw that. You always see beyond the surface of things.
Your words give me reason to, Paul.
🙏🏼