A watchful pot never boils...
and an expected phone call never rings.
Caught halfway
between what was
and what could be,
we wait
like horses bucking
behind a starting gate
thoroughly encased in ice.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Just an abstract. I envisioned a heart-shaped gem in layers of bedrock... Greg saw a heart-shaped clog in an artery. We are such romantics a...
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