The stones by the river-
where we once sat,
and dipped our feet,
in the cooling stream-
have been dry for a while.
It makes me wonder
if you were a dream.
Wrote a lot of poems during training. No access to a computer yet, so I’ll post them when I finally return home. Found this one on my phone.
I’m also joining ficlatte because why not, but that’ll take a while.
ugly stage 