Art piece poem: Boy and Moon, Edward Hopper

I once had a brother, though only I Remember him. We shared a room, almost Shared a soul even. Now both feel cripplingly Empty in his absence. A part of me stolen Away with not even a trace left in its wake. The incidents were always at 3 in the Morning. It began innocently enoughContinue reading “Art piece poem: Boy and Moon, Edward Hopper”