I write my wrongs to feel better. Do you?
writes
The clock ticks. It’s almost midnight.
I play our song
when I’m alone.
Looking back, I can tell you that I wish I could do things over.
Every season,
I take another fall.
Because I have written over 115 poems, I felt like it was time to put some of my favorites into a chapbook.
Looking around in another Ghost Town.
