365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Thirty-Two

this is not right.
adjustment constant work.
fifteen years and still.
the thoughts of periwinkle blue siding.
and brick red shutters.
do not leave.

this was the first breaking.
never quite repaired.
sense of abandonment.
eats away and nothing sticks.
a balcony large enough for reading.
and roses on the floor.
almost made it.

the hole is within.
no outside force able to fill.
what was the world for more.
than half my life, humor me.
I hear a language that does not recognize.
what love and life can be.
Starla will not cease her leaving.

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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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