I look hard at the memory
staring it down
willing it to stay
in the past where it belongs
Yet it will not be contained.
Sliding off the glossy face
of the worn postcard
it comes to life
before me.
YOU ARE READING
YOU RADIATE
PoetryA collection of poems and prose moving through the phases of love. Dedicated to those who feel fiercely and yet thrive whether loving, hurting or letting go.
