[Instead of my usual “oh gosh that’s cool” appreciation of Sarah Doughty’s latest epigrammatic poem, I thought it would be neat to write a response.]
I have trained the ear of my soul
to not be distracted by the rumoring whispers of untrustworthy shades
You are my beacon,
steady through my mind’s fiercest storms,
and without your love I am dumb,
a phone with no signal.
Let us dispense with the mourning of broken memories,
and revel in the anxious joy of a new day’s discoveries.