social medium

Sometimes
I wonder

if my ex

ever looks

at my Instagram.

Not that I think 

that he’s missing me.

But I’m pretty sure 

he misses my cat.

roses are red

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
At least, those are the linguistic terms we settled on to describe what is assumed to be a shared experience of reflected light as received by receptors in the eye and transmitted to the brain...
But, who knows, really.

WrittenRiver: image prompt - statue

eyes cast below
she mourns
the little life
she'll never know
turned to stone
by her grief
left by love
without relief
not maiden now
but not yet mother
cast aside
forever other

WrittenRiver: littered with stars

prone, eyes rise
seeking infinity
in kisses bestowed
by the summer wind
under halcyon skies
littered with stars
spelling out forever