A Loss Every time I see a heart formed in stone laying alone on the beach or a well worn trail, I’m reminded of your cold shoulder and none of your tenderness. © SB Joy, 2022 The loss of best friend is never easy and it was mostly my doing. My struggle with discontent. SB …
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 …
Becoming Two The growing distance between us Is measured in inseams and arms length Until Friday, when we awoke You in Alaska, me in misery. © SB Joy, 2022 Separation, divorce, loss… grief. Oh Pandora my love why did you open the jar? SB Joy
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