Posted in Poetry, Prose

Organizing, Sorting, Tossing

Missing, gone
the one
photo of her
smiling, laughing
telling me, I was
her one
and only,

I’ve searched
though all of my
failing to find
that fit
that photograph
of her

and I



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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