Why would I full-circle back to you? A poem by Soulla Christodoulou

57 Silken bed sheets, lying awake Syrupy images, thinking of you Yearning, imagining  Are you missing me too? Dusty clouds, shadowy skies My heart tears in two Falling slowly to pieces As I recall we’re through I cry into my feathered pillow Wet drops, early morning dew Mascara black smudges Who am I? What should […]