
My Bindle
One moment of intimacy
is longer than a decade of alone.
When I gave you everything
it became mine
but when I thought mine
I lost everything
except a bindle I shoulder
to haul my wounded imagination
My Bindle
One moment of intimacy
is longer than a decade of alone.
When I gave you everything
it became mine
but when I thought mine
I lost everything
except a bindle I shoulder
to haul my wounded imagination