365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and One

it’s already falling apart.
i shouldn’t be doing this right now.
too much, too soon.
too little time to heal.
and you as well.
i do not want to make things harder.
but i am not settling anymore.
and i know how to be alone.
i relish it.

the veil is thin.
and i am broken.
still lost in what was.
what should have been.
what may now never be.

i have my boy to think of.
he needs me and this.
takes time from us.
and what i need to do.
to set us free.
i’ll be fine, always am.
the tears wash away.
the sad parts and.
leave me empty.
but able to live.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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