After the dance
at the foot of the sun
there is a sadness
twisting inside.
It is a pale scarf tied to
the bedpost.
It is sitting graypain
by the window petalsnow
as we dress.
We do not
speak it.
.
.
Sobriety Advocate, Writer, Author, Speaker.
After the dance
at the foot of the sun
there is a sadness
twisting inside.
It is a pale scarf tied to
the bedpost.
It is sitting graypain
by the window petalsnow
as we dress.
We do not
speak it.
.
.