In the morning,
when you turn in,
I'll be out of reach.
And in the darkness,
when you find this,
I'll be far to sea.
You have broken me, all the way down.
You'll be the last, you'll see.
About Me
- B.S.H.
- I have an MFA in poetry from the University of Florida, and since poets make no money, I'm looking into the lucrative profession of fly fishing, though I've never been fond of that much silence, or fishing.