Emptiness of isolation,
Comes from the pain of refutation.
Lost in "what might have been" in the past,
Isolated by a friendship that faded too fast.
Passing infatuations now can't be found,
So, I can't ask that you "turn around."
Every time that we're apart, I feel it now; an eclipse of the heart...
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Kent Brindley
Smalltown guy from Southwest Michigan
Lifelong aspiring author here; complete with a few self-published works always looking for more.
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Snow Need to Rush
I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
By Donna Fox (HKB)5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This was so sad and emotional! Loved your Acrostic!
Poignantly written.
Bravo!!! Loved the past line!!!