Make space

It's only downhill from here.

Every day

These thoughts pile up

Inside me.

She passes me by

And a trail of words

Forming a greeting

Follow her,

But it is not enough.

These emotions

Slosh around

Within, and I am found

Coughing up my insides

To make space

For more.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

So poignant and touching. The angst of love unable to be expressed. The worship from afar. Unique use of words and imagery. Loved this.