Blue-grey Morning

You sit on a rock

in the woods alone.

Head bowed, eyes closed,

boot heels in the dirt.

 

A blue-grey morning,

pine trees blurred by fog

matches your brokenness

over my betrayal.

 

I want to hold you

I want to kiss you,

but it’s too late

so I walk away.

Poem: Amber R. Dulaney

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