Dangerously so.
With yesterday’s eyes
and tomorrow’s heart.
Anxious to end the end,
though it’s just the start.

My mind betrays me
with memory and such,
an intricate mirage
of taste and touch.

Once walking my side,
holding my hand.
Now walking away,
while I try to stand.

Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
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