Gladioli

Your head was dressed in purple cloth, the gladioli gazed on defeated at the window as a nurse told us your heart was no longer stoic. I thought perhaps it was from all the hurt put in it, in the seventies, when your husband drank too much. Sometimes it seems to me, what remains is […]

via Gladioli — The Wasted Love Song

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