one more night
on the couch
an empty glass
on the floor
and those wolves
prowling the corners
of the room
and you
gone clear
out of my life
leaving that arrow
stuck in my heart
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Leonard Durso 
OUCH !
Only when I breathe.
hugs, if thats helpful, from the other hemisphere
Hugs are always appreciated even from another hemisphere, especially from kindred spirits.
Your image of the wolves is haunting.
Thank you. I was hoping it would be.
uh! it’s back again
Well actually has it ever left?
It comes and goes. It’s so rude!
So it does.
Reblogged this on Tabte Til Hinanden and commented:
Had to share this blog/poem/heartache
It’s perfect
Thank you.
Bad place in which to dwell. Been there. Then fought against being immobilized. New (and better) horizons did materialize.
Thanks. I believe they usually do.
My fave I read here today!
Thank you.