Upon a hill, above the fray, What did you do to be treated this way?   Among the quiet, within the trees, A flapping of wings, a buzzing of bees.   Folk long forgotten, names etched in stone; Descendants scattered, this place not their home.   Yet here they lie, forever in sun. No visits … Continue reading Woodberry

Long After

LONG AFTER I remember the pain, sometimes. The all-consuming passion, rarely. Now hearing your name, nothing. When seeing your face, confusion. Something once so powerful, destroyed. The hurt is gone, relief. Along with the love... regret?