This is the poem I carry with me while I am in the UK Holder of my heart Oceans separate us now Temptation is here
It hangs on the wall, shining and silver. It draws the eye to it, large and demanding attention. Though it has seen better days, is
Sheek, short, honey hair styled to perfection. An empty expression on her face as she waits in line for her coffee. Ear buds shoved in
This is how you load a gun. This is how you hold the gun so you don’t shoot anyone. You always call the dog like
Silver, scratched, key missing, needed, heavy, many wires, smudged, connection, personal, well used.
A narrow bedroom, but deep. A narrow bed with cheap linens meant only to last during my stay. There is already clothing scattered on the