by Angela Corpus | Oct 25, 2021 | Poetry
I keep a journal in my back pocketI scribble to-do’s in receipts, in store pamphletsI hold on to photographs to put in a locketThis is me trying not to forget. I gaze a little longer into your eyesI hug you a little tighter before goodbyesMy eyes close to feel your...
by Angela Corpus | Oct 17, 2017 | Poetry
An empty room, nothing but silence and, you—A recurring thought of a distant memoryWhere all I felt was misery;I think I can’t ever forgetThe moment our eyes first metI never knew the sun could fit in hollow windowsAnd scorch the very being of meAs if to thaw my heart...
by Angela Corpus | Jul 1, 2017 | Journal
I’d like to think I’m saving us for the perfect time. For the time when we’ve grown on our own and we’ve learned to love ourselves. I like the thought of coincidentally running into you in a street somewhere back in town after not having talked for years. I would...
