Her name was foreign

Upon the tip of my pen

Where once it had been fluid.

It wasn’t that I had forgotten her, but that I had forgotten to remember her.

His voice carries an authority,

An air of confidence spiced with pipe tobacco

One thought on “Jack & Dianne

  1. Penny Cook says:

    I love this. Beautiful.

    Like

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