When you left this world, I was
driving back roads that coiled
through pine-shadow & crooked/fenceline
Tag Archives: grief
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Before I knew you’d died, I was driving/backwoods dirt roads, just/outside the small town we used to share
poetry ~ analysis ~ personal essays
When you left this world, I was
driving back roads that coiled
through pine-shadow & crooked/fenceline
Before I knew you’d died, I was driving/backwoods dirt roads, just/outside the small town we used to share