Monday, June 18, 2012

A Hollow and Dark Place

why don’t
you call,
or write,
let me know
you’re alive?

I remember your kisses,
reaching high up
to hold your hand,
you calling me Tiger
and Danny Boy.

don’t call,
don’t write.
I hope
you’re still alive.

The Broadkill Review (a print-only journal) - June 2012

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