When Love Becomes...

when love becomes...
conversations never finished,
the book laid down,

dust on the curtains,
the plate that needs washed.
the broom in the corner,

the empty spot on the bed.
the head nodding from the chair...
when love becomes!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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