
Very little could be as direct as this teardrop of observation.
death is like sleep
when the guards have gone
whistling snippets
of familiar songs

this brought tears to my eyes. so simple and so devastatingly true.
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

Quite welcome. I really like your work.
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.