A Peom
He didn’t know what kind of love hers was
Hers was the kind that tears you
apart and holds you together with red string
That sinking feeling. That feeling like
she’s made it to the pit of his stomach
And if she wiggles just enough
your shame will pour out the same
content the ocean holds, it’s her.
Between his teeth and
Blood lined gums
A whisper breaks through
“Come back.” Those words wrap around him.
“Don’t give up.” It studies his sadness.
A cool breeze hits his
face to remind him
he’s not alone.
Published by Jayne
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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