Small Ache by Beatrix Salvador

Aug 2015

I.

in my wrist
i have
no bird to sing
for autumn’s sweater;

II.

i still die
inside the songs
that anchor weight onto
his name.

III.*

I visit your mind
from the inside of mine
every night;

it is not my decision

#love #poem #short #sad #dreams #romantic #melancholy #grief #freeverse

Written by

Beatrix Salvador Tundra Girl

(Tundra Girl)

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