Parting-Michael Erickson, Guest Barista

You touched my lips, with a hand of love.

I felt your heart quicken as we stepped as one.

Now you speak of parting our ways. You gave me back my heart, and closed the door.

Now all I can think is how your body lay next to mine, so tender and pure.

You laid me down, down deep to my core.

And now it must be, as a ragged hole torn.

For I shall never again be whole.

-M.E. Inkowl


Read more of Michael’s writing at The Ink Owl

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