Grief's not the blank screen
Grief's not the blank screen
I tried to tell you, but then
love's not the black phone
the missed connection
Rain blows in
You liked my southern perfume
the bruised gardenia
your sweat slicking my skin
a storm of recollection
landscapes & torn pillows
the hot, bent yarrow
the lives we ended
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