My love for you was a hound:
skin and bones, lying
on a hearth you kept cold.
Unwavering, thinking
one day
you’d come home to me.
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All the Hands I've Held Before
PoetryA collection of prose and poetry relating to the author's experiences in love: family, friendships, and romantic endeavors.
Hearth
My love for you was a hound:
skin and bones, lying
on a hearth you kept cold.
Unwavering, thinking
one day
you’d come home to me.
