Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Two years later

Because you did not encircle me completely, even though I would have let you, wanted you to, I still retain my own image of myself, albeit one ringed with a halo of ragged scars where we joined. And it is no surprise to hear you tell me, “I have a hole in my soul, where you have been.”   Robert Ford lives on the east coast of Scotland, and writes […]

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