Parting Day

Parting Day

Encored, I was ready
to get the gift of stones.
Light dims at the door.

Will stand, thinking. To
look back for the lost baggage.
Will see you again?

There were smudges
on the floor where the candle melts
making hole in palm.

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

very evocative write here Satish, quite a bit for imagination to chew on