A reflecting moonA Poem by Carissa D
Driving- hours,
my mother calls with news, Tiffany- has a tumor, has been put to sleep. I am passenger, and you point out the new moon, a portion, we both take a silentlong stare. Seldom, but sometimes you say words of love. I'm lonely, how can you love me? © 2013 Carissa D |
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Added on November 14, 2013 Last Updated on November 15, 2013 |