Born And Died Poem by Laurence Overmire
Born And Died
You stood at the door, and left
without knocking
I awoke one morning
to find no one there
The cold space between you and me
unfillable
An empty box of eternity
wrapped in paper, on the doorstep
but no hands, capable
to open it.
~ Laurence Overmire
Monday, October 21, 2024
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