Saturday, February 2, 2019

Mourning

It's this nothing
The ever-present emptiness, that
is always here.

heidi
written: 02/02/19


I thought that I was going to write a longer poem today, but the Collom Lune is what came out. I think I have more to say about the empty, but this seems done. 

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