Poetry

Shell of old self

Anne J.

The spring in your walk

Your laughing, cheerful chatter

Dwindled till empty

As fall faded to winter

Except not temporary

…

A hollow vessel

Remained, with your soul stolen

Honest, he was not

© 2019 Anna Jailene Aguilar

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