A poem.
She is a flower of lifeHer petals are sun kissed by noonand her roots watered by even tideDare not tempt hershe does not live by the minute…
I hear the creaking ropeof a tire swing just as I can feel those fraying fibers…
how i missed youhoping that strangers would turn aroundand be youonce I woke, at 3 a.m., in anguish…