Our worlds
have gotten small.
Pinpricks of light through painted windows.
So much of what I loved
about mine
is gone.
It’ll return, perhaps,
but after I’ve already
packed my furniture
and left.
Fiction and Travel.
Our worlds
have gotten small.
Pinpricks of light through painted windows.
So much of what I loved
about mine
is gone.
It’ll return, perhaps,
but after I’ve already
packed my furniture
and left.
Leave a Reply