Poem: Old Wounds
Old Wounds It’s August again, and while my mind is slow to remember, my body always knows this is the month you died. The tears come unbidden. Days go by where I don’t know why I’m so weepy. My eyes...
Tagged: Poetry about lost love
Dusty Poems 16
The poem below is from the Dusty Poems series, a collection of poems I wrote many years ago, long before I knew how much of a force poetry would be in my life. I’ve enjoyed going through these old poems...
