Missing you buried deep
Over a hill that is steep
Never let anyone borrow that deep
Warren holes
Waiting
Wanting
Tunnels of hoping
Coping
Sloping
High
Low
Heartbeat,
then go
In between the warren holes,
a trickle of feeling
Reeling
A master key,
held only by he or she,
that unlocks the doors,
to the warren tours

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney