Finding a Voice where once there were only whispers
Finding a Voice where once there were only whispers
Its 3 am and again you are not
Next to me
of Jennifer and me,
When she was five
I open my eyes only to realize I am flat on my back on the floor of my Watercolor home in the exclusive 30A enclave of Florida’s gulf coast. I slowly reach up with my left hand and touch my left ear; it is bleeding.
Our home last night
Lured by the light
Its 3 am and again you are not
Next to me
of Jennifer and me,
When she was five
I open my eyes only to realize I am flat on my back on the floor of my Watercolor home in the exclusive 30A enclave of Florida’s gulf coast. I slowly reach up with my left hand and touch my left ear; it is bleeding.
Our home last night
Lured by the light