The Morning After


The rosy pink

that kissed your flesh

is floating through the room like ash

and here I lay

alone but warm

tangled up in soft goodbyes

“The Morning After” Unfinished Poem by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse

Photo by Noel Alvarenga

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