by: Laurel A. Porter Your apathy toward me is shocking The person I have come to know is now completely unrecognizable I guess the script you wrote for yourself and never fail to follow judiciously doesn’t have…

by: Laurel A. Porter Flies the eagle by the dawn Above the dew upon the lawn Whispered prayers that don’t belong Just like me . . . Already gone

by: Laurel A. Porter The empty porch swing where we never sat The empty hours spent with just my cat The summer days I never planted you flowers The dark of night, and never held you for hours All the mornings…

by: Laurel A. Porter I remember my eyes Long ago, looked this way Make-up, mascara These days I don’t bother Not so much That I don’t want to But I can’t Now, a never ending Stream of tears Washes it all off…