Wet With Tears

By Thomas R. Bates I cannot get out of my head, Nor do I necessarily want to, The image of the one time you Wept, eyes red, wet with tears, During those last weeks of your Painfully slow decline into death. You seemed to face it and accept it So stoically without any regrets, But … Continue reading Wet With Tears

Poems by John Sweet

some thoughts on the man she sees when she closes her eyes   gives in to the incomplete shapes of the people from his past   answers letters and emails, says i love you, says i loved you, watches snow blow                       past the windshield   this is the world without color   these moments are … Continue reading Poems by John Sweet