keep the door open
for too long?
In her head
distance is a thousand
light years,
wrapped in
a handful of stardust.
Feelings
on her floor
rest hurt,
ignored,
like your last memory.
Heart in pieces,
unforgiving,
adds war
in her history book.
Did she call you love,
put you in a nice cup,
take another sip,
another sigh,
and compose herself?
Spread the words..
A Journey Called Life ... 
I love the imagery of this poem. Lovely!
🙂
Thank you so much, Mary. 🙂
Wow! Thank you so much:)
You made my day. Thank you 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂
This is lovely!
Beautiful.
Wow. Just wow.
Whoa! Hauntingly beautiful.