Longing at three I don’t expect you In the morning. Ah, at three, when you pick up Your son from the school Across the street My longing heart Prays for a simple glimpse of you.
© SB Joy, 2022
Heart longings, divorcees, MM. This happened many years ago, best that nothing became of it? Best that she was spared, maybe? It is what was, and now, is now.SB Joy
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The tomb of longing?