I'm really trying to write lately. Too many feelings, experiences, people, politics to keep inside.The problem is - not enough words. Not sure it was always a problem.
Anyway...
Orphaned attempt #1
I hide precious words under stones
I cannot lift or carry,
so it would be possible to pretend
that my thoughts are
elsewhere.
Orphaned attempt #2
I have inhaled your breath once;
now I’m lost inside it,
roaming endlessly
with no heartbeat to follow.
