Empty vessel

He stole away Under the cloak Of darkness Backpack thrown Carelessly Over weary hunched Shoulders Filled with Unsuspecting souls Carelessly collected Over nowhere Miles Casting shadows Of doubt Calling it love Leaving a trail Of broken bits Wherever he goes © jillterry  

Ovation

She waits Wonders Pines For love lost Just as we All did The same Love The same Lies Differing his pain His troubled past To fit each Woman And circumstance Depending On what he Needed Or knew he could Take from them I offered up the Group of support Gathered in the Wings Patiently waitingContinue reading “Ovation”