Over and Out
I look out the window that
my dreams did not wash clean.
I see the bench where we first met
is empty and decayed.
I know the bridge we used to walk
has nothing left to say.
It keeps for me a wilted rose
from my wedding bouquet.
~
Nolcha Fox's poems have been curated in print and online journals. A best-selling author, her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize multiple times. Editor of Chewers by Masticadores and LatinosUSA.
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