David James Gone My friend, you can’t hide behind a broken dream because the gardenia’s hint that fills your air with her perfumed scent will remain residue and thoughts of her on the stairs up to your place that first time will make you recall your only bath together, how you kissed toothpaste foam from […]
Read MoreDavid James I Wouldn’t Be Afraid if you told me that the end would ease me into the afterlife like a clock winding down quietly, gently, if you could guarantee me a sweet kiss in that final second before my last breath, if I knew you would go on and enjoy your days and memories, […]
Read MoreDavid James Solution I wrote her a poem and she said, ‘I hate poetry’ and I said, ‘OK, just read the words then.’ David James lives in Atlanta where he reads a lot and writes not a lot.
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