Noon
By MichellePublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Stefan Friebis on Unsplash
There is a high moon.
It looms with my heart beat.
The beat slowly dies.
About the Creator
Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Beautiful Poem. Nicely Done!!!
This hit me so hard. Loved your poem!