The news can't be good. I can
See it on your face, that look
Of pity, sympathy, dread.
Just don't say everything will
Be okay, 'cause I can tell,
Things will never be the same.
Caren E. Salas
Day 29 of April Poem a Day. Prompt: Take a phrase or theme from a previous poem this month and write a poem based on that. "I can see it on your face" from the poem "Condescension" (Day 22).
I've so been there. You captured it perfectly. God write.
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