What does it mean to let go of a past love? Do you let go of the whole or hold on to the parts? Read my latest poem in the Spark magazine that tells a tale of a woman caught between holding on and letting go of a memory
An attempt to capture the essence of my thoughts and put them in bearable prose, or worse (as the unimaginative pun indicates). Not too different from my scribbles on paper, only a lot more legible.