“You have to know. And yet there you stand, married to silence, ever watching me. It’s exhausting. At the moment I want nothing more than to be with you, and to rest. And I will.”
Two lovers meet for tea. A prose poem.
“You have to know. And yet there you stand, married to silence, ever watching me. It’s exhausting. At the moment I want nothing more than to be with you, and to rest. And I will.”
Two lovers meet for tea. A prose poem.