S.O.C. 9/13/17

Taken for granted, for silly, for surface, I recall old lessons hard learned and their determined resurgence nevermind depth or the sea of tears secretly wept simultaneously.  We; me, he, and she profusely professing in silence and salt the truth of hearts hardened and healing halted.  Drip drop stains on cheek bones we try so … Continue reading S.O.C. 9/13/17