OLD NEWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

How can he be so deaf

when my heart is crying?

Why can’t he see

the tears that fall as I cry?

THE NIGHT CRIED

-Memories of the Past-
By Charles Robert Lindholm

And the night cried
With a shower of tears
In torrents
When it learned
The truth about you
That you were leaving

Guns

Guns lay down bodies and we still fold
Our clothes neatly in tall towers, in rows across the bed.

We give up lighters for matchsticks, letters
For the rattle of keyboards and hopeful we climb staircases
Towards the moonbeams that sit on the landing.

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Parting,
A sorrow not sweet,
Melancholic
Even knowing
I’ll see her again,
Minutes fly by
One by one