A fading picture’s yellow crease
is crisp upon the wall,
the portrait of a fine young niece
he never knew at all.
No glowing hearth or imminence
secures him to the ground,
displaced by vast indifference
too stubborn to be drowned.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
The upside of dissassociation
lol, so true! ;^)
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