the good dark

I wonder how long it will take you
to forget what my face looks like –
what my hands feel like.
All the silly promises we made
took off in the take off.
My life will not be a bestseller
I will still be here
enjoying the good darkness
in light of all opinions
growing without your sun.
We planted trees of forgiveness
patting the earth beneath the branches
it might not take,
or it might take forever.

M.

Poetry

Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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