Her Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Her



she spanks each morning
just
to hear it cry

the clouds flee from her
seeking
somewhere safe to hide

she closes the windows
fearing
the song of birds singing

she looks at the old pictures
living
the past over and over

she lives alone now

but

I will never forget her

(2-17-2016)

Thursday, February 25, 2016
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