Empty frame and the missing picture
I should have knownAnd I would have;Had I cared enough aboutThe empty frameAnd the missing pictureThe reluctant hurricaneWriggling in painPassed away silentlyWith the indifference of the dyingI was too busy runningTo care about my legsNow it’s horribleAnd yet inescapableThe invariable sense of lossIn the bonfireOf the uprooted treesI try to warm my heartToo cold, too painedHowever,It is not as cold...
