Archive for November, 2018

I Can’t Write by Janet Jones

                        I can’t write about you yet. My grief would melt the page And the ink would run together Until the words mirror my tears.   I can’t write. Not yet.   So small so long ago. A little ball of fur with big brown eyes And a stump for a tail.   No. Not yet. I can’t write about you.   They say…who are they again? They say

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