tender
It is Valentine’s Day, and I do not long for romance. There had been some earlier, of a sort. In how the pale pink of dawn looked through the condensation on the bedroom window. In the two mugs of Le…
It is Valentine’s Day, and I do not long for romance. There had been some earlier, of a sort. In how the pale pink of dawn looked through the condensation on the bedroom window. In the two mugs of Le…