are you okay
he asked
as glistening dew
descended from my eyes.
tears they call them
but memories i say.
memories of a time
when hope loosened its embrace
around me
and i inexplicably fell
backwards into the trusting arms
of an old
old
friend.
~ cycle
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.