Poetry

The Most Important Thing That Remains

Journal entry 11/22/21: A Prose poem

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Come speak to me in my dreams tonight.

November is at an end — it’s been two years and two weeks. the days and nights have been insane, unorganized, terrifying, uncertain — everything that makes you feel like you're free falling with nothing there to catch you except your own…