I’ve been meaning to record and post this poem for awhile now. It hasn’t appeared on my blog, though I expect to include it when I release my own Ghosts collection, possibly in 2022.
This poem is not the chronicle of a true event, although each of its component parts or elements are as real as life (and love) itself.
I hope you enjoy, if you choose to listen, but . . . I don’t want to give away the conclusion, but a tissue nearby may be helpful.
For anyone interested in purchase of the anthology, the Kindle link is here. I believe the paperback edition is also now available.