..On the kitchen table
was the note i read..
there is no coffee,no milk
..no bread
so i've gone to the store
and i'll be back soon..
..but that was last year..
sometime in June..
..winter came last year..
i was frozen in my thoughts
i guess i was never any good
..at connect the dots
so alone i sit here
..instead...
with no coffee,no milk
..no bread







....across the river..
of hopelessness
..lies the bridge
of broken dreams..
and if you care to cross it
nothing good ever happens
it seems
so today i burned
that bridge
in hoping life
would get better
and if you would like
to know
where that bridge
once lied
i left the instructions
in this letter

..the bridge once spanned
between our hearts
keeping us together...



writings from the tombs..

awesome pieces

Finally something to read other than my poems and thoughts

i really enjoyed reading this

I appreciate your depth, so relevant.

{{{tomb}}} Good writes