Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on undying love, theatrical heartbreak, and the emotional writing that keeps memories alive.

(Authors Note)

17. Realization her love won’t die

And so I have been doomed, to walk this earth

Without my love by my side,

Cursed to live

And write letters unheard

Poetry on the Margins #17 Melodramatically laid, on display

About the painting —
I think one tit should show.
And maybe,
a bit
of an ankle?

(referring to the last poem)

Links to more of my work:

If you like reading an emotionally packed short story here you can find multiple of them: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet

And a brand new addition to my poetry tab: On the margins of the First Draft

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