A.J. Stanton

june 1st

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By A.J Stanton i rise from the grasp of sleepand what greets me when i rise?an old friendgone for so long, it seemsreaching through the cracks of my blindsstroking my face as if to tell meit’s time, loveit’s okayand she laces up my shoeshelps me down the stairsand it’s hardi open…