Just feel like writing some poetry this evening. No particular topic. Just needed to let something out.

Chalk of Possession

Just when you thought,
That hard line of chalk
Had smudged away,
built dust and decay;
Sudden and sickening,
Like flash images flickering
She drags it hard 'neath,
That name o' pure grief.

Two letters

You would never know
how two letters could so
make a heart beat fast,
a hundred memories rush past.
You could never know
how two lives would so
be right together
yet wrong forever.