There will be no family picture
As I fall apart by myself tonight
That gnawing thought of happy faces on a canvas
Or just a faded print with you seems real as it was
Surreal.
Brick Layer
Poetry by Teresa May A. Mundiz-Laquihon | January 5, 2025
Poetry by Teresa May A. Mundiz-Laquihon | January 5, 2025
There will be no family picture
As I fall apart by myself tonight
That gnawing thought of happy faces on a canvas
Or just a faded print with you seems real as it was
Surreal.