All the Things We Said
after Heath Houston
Published in
1 min readJan 7, 2017
After the words
lack any sound
laughter drifts, fades
That time of tousled sheets, tangled
hair and
everything else.
This now — cold, cold breeze
Hope, a flash, retreats
instead of you this
night rolls its shade
glistening red gold,
so a wish, foam and sea
with this stone
exhumed from
sodden sand
and heavy too — but wait!
It’s time to remember, my
dear, dear friend
This linked acrostic poem is part of Caustic: linked acrostics on Chalkboard. I’ve borrowed words from:
