Somehow it all slipped away
When I wasn't looking
And now I want it back
All of it
My grades
My friends
My talents (like I had any)
My... My life
Because I had one
And I was lucky
To have it
YOU ARE READING
Glass
Poetrya collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out There
