The Core
Something new is happening
That I haven't noticed
At first.
It is like a kind of thickness.
It started when,
After days consumed by tears, in bed,
Walking around the lake,
Alone, or with my dog,
A sprightly small ball,
Jumping on a passerby...
And then, the crying stopped,...
That I haven't noticed
At first.
It is like a kind of thickness.
It started when,
After days consumed by tears, in bed,
Walking around the lake,
Alone, or with my dog,
A sprightly small ball,
Jumping on a passerby...
And then, the crying stopped,...