Poems from epepper1
To end is to hurt/
feelings left in a lurch/
every open door leaves/
a closed one in its wake/
it doesn't matter the reason/
it doesn't...
The nerves at the end of my interest tingle/
at the meeting of someone new/
the uncertainty of who they are awakens me/
Who are they?/
Not...
those who are supposed to stay are fickle/ebbing and flowing in a constant trickle/they purport to be a steady anchor /to which my heart is...