You’re not far from this place,
But our separation is canyon-like.
Did you know I was grieved
For the sound of your voice
And the scent of your hair?
I’ve bought flowers
That I later tossed into the trash
Because I knew you would not accept them.
Sometimes brevity is beautiful. This is one of those times. Warm regards, Sandra
Great imagery, the brevity underpins a powerful complexity of emotion. Rgds, Ivan
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Spare, and beautiful. This one caused the hairs on my neck to rise. So perfect, so economical. - Will