Into the ether, texts evaporate like empty prayers
leaving only hydrogen, oxygen and anticipation.
Held captive, we are powerless to do anything
but breathe in, over and over again,
until we repeat our heartbreak.
Into the ether, texts evaporate like empty prayers
leaving only hydrogen, oxygen and anticipation.
Held captive, we are powerless to do anything
but breathe in, over and over again,
until we repeat our heartbreak.
© 2020 Leslie Ann Gray