What once was
is now rubber
and graphite,
blown from the page,
scattered under foot:
mere dust in the wind.
Some loving words
straight from the heart,
erased from the page
but never should
have been written
from the start.
What once was
is now rubber
and graphite,
blown from the page,
scattered under foot:
mere dust in the wind.
Some loving words
straight from the heart,
erased from the page
but never should
have been written
from the start.