I don’t remember
what you look like; memory
fades with passing tides.
by Scooj
I don’t remember
what you look like; memory
fades with passing tides.
by Scooj
‘Everybody is
welcome’ the sign says, but I’m
not quite ready yet.
by Scooj
With your passing, our
lives will feel impoverished;
blue skies turned to grey.
by Scooj
Stinking death and rot,
by association you
haven’t got a chance
by Scooj
Anniversary
of a birth and death today;
celebrate and mourn.
by Scooj
Three ladies in black;
has the Summer come to this?
or did someone die?
By Scooj