Winter 2015A Poem by Elise Anton Reflections on a lost love... I ache. I do. Missing has become my everyday
companion, my
delay
from joining in and
carrying
forth this self
sitting
in waiting.
Even
as you One
share joys and tears I never witness, never hear.
Whoever
holds you, tell me
do they know the mask comes
off, from time to time
and
in those rare glimpses
do
they see, or do they miss
the
lights and sirens flashing
screaming? © 2016 Elise Anton
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Elise AntonAustraliaAboutHello from downunder! I am one of those people who can just sit and write. It's like breathing for me. I've never shared and never published. It was my thing, my escape, my therapy... I have two so.. more..Writing
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