Dear River
Dear River, Your journey Fractured, wasted, and weary Has become a necessary part of my own If I return a
I remember things from long ago
Dear River, Your journey Fractured, wasted, and weary Has become a necessary part of my own If I return a
Sometimes we taught them silence to let the secrets stay upon their lips Sometimes we taught them to look away
The midnight train whistle bellows in the distance. Edward’s hand is placed over his chest and if he lay