Love’s Anguish

Bridget Webber
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read

a poem

Prawny, Pixabay, Painting by Helen Allingham

Love’s anguish lay cracked

Upon the lawn as broken glass — Sharp and wanting.

You flicked another cigarette butt

At my feet, not caring

For what crunched beneath.

Rising from your lips came

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Bridget Webber

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I write about wellbeing and emotional intelligence, laced with personal insights, humor, poetry, and anecdotes.

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