The underside of my tearsis a recollection of youslowly dripping out of my life
They could not knowI made sure of thatA secret squirreled awayIt wouldn’t do any good to shareSomething so terribleWith no…
My heart is heavy with an empty griefFull of words unsaid and things undoneFor moments we’ll never haveAnd chances for those moments…
Priscilla is my sister.Six years younger, she was my shadow and my pest.My overburdened mother called out,“Let her…