How To

How to


Good bye

To my lover

Who never loved


As he could not love himself

Rushing headlong

To being what he was not

Could not


Wasted in the depths

Wanting to know

Reaching to know

Fingertips firmly slipping

Weighted feet


Left through time

Things seen blindly

Let fly

Like fluffy snow

Falls fast in winter



Will Spring come?

–by elisabeth connelley

~ by Elisa on April 26, 2010.

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