the friendship that never was

is coming to an endwithout a beginningwhere time stretchedwith each idea sharedladen with hope for the futurei don’t remember faces,and names are like -blue morpho butterflieshard to catchbut words are another storymy two ears like venus fly trapscatching all of them wordsholding on to themuntil they dissolvedand etched within the folds of my brainbut the … Continue reading the friendship that never was