A little writer with a long way to go

Silence

The people of my past – who I have since lost –

Stay quiet

They speak no more save for echoes of the past

Nothing new

I cannot ask my grandma, an author,

About words

Nor can I inquire how to save one

from depression

My old friend can never forgive me for

running off

My grandfather will never again share

my journeys

But of these things, I can pretend.

Another poem from my collection. Free verse with meter

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