please forgive me,
for i am being
pulled away by the skies again,
my name is being called
by the winds again;
i will be back soon,
sun-warmed and waterlogged,
coughed up by the sea --
i will find you right back here,
right on the cusp
of my next adventure
YOU ARE READING
broken bones
Poetrybecause, i think, we're all just a little broken. poetry #44 - 03/21/16 gorgeous cover by @mountainy