there aremany pathsand theyoverwhelm me with choicethe journeyand my lackof a map but in the endi am just happythat I havea choice at all – amy yun
Tag: writing
Paper
We were 1500 miles apart when I found out you’d died, you were so young. Mom cut out your obituary I put it in my journal then closed it tight so I wouldn’t see your face but yet you came to me in my dreams. At your funeral I silently asked for your forgiveness folding…… Continue reading Paper
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We undressed ourselves with trepidation hiding yet watching curious but fearful. You turned away from me sitting on the unmade bed crumpled white sheets and you tore open the wrapper. You kiss me unsure of what to do next I have no guidance for you. Your weight presses down I don’t know If it’s in…… Continue reading First