EB (21/10/87 / )


every year
for 27 years
on the day he died,
her heart skips a beat,
and then it pounds like rain.
her head spins
and she weakens
her soul,
shattered all those years ago,
was once a part of his,
half of his.

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Comments (2)

Lovely poem. I felt your grief. Regards, Sandra Fowler
I liked this Elsa, just remember, soulmates are never truly parted. 9 from Tai