I would say
five nice things
about the person
sitting across
from me. But
there’s no one
there. A loud room
can get lonely
too. Sometimes the chalk
board is her
only friend—
that 48-year-old
woman who
isn’t there.
I would say
five nice things
about the person
sitting across
from me. But
there’s no one
there. A loud room
can get lonely
too. Sometimes the chalk
board is her
only friend—
that 48-year-old
woman who
isn’t there.
simple words with a powerful capture
i love how your poetry makes my imagination go into overdrive
thanks amy !!!
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Wow, what a nice thing to say. I am so grateful you read my work. Thanks!
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