▲ 0 ▼ May 16, 2017 at 12:08 am Monique Speksnyder says: Concrete unforgiving. Water tempting. Spring coming?
And there he was, finally alone.
She used her umbrella to hide.
In that moment I finally surrendered.
Each footstep fashioned a new ripple.
His mood? Grey. Like the weather.
Water above. Water below. Self between.
Her faith tested, the voice beckoned……
Concrete unforgiving. Water tempting. Spring coming?
Pressing forward through my tormenting sadness
His wife body never appears