I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: February 2021
We count days like shadows
now behind us. Dark and cold.
January gone, February now,
it seems to happen on its own.
Everything. All or nothing
gained or learned, or lost.
What do you remember?
If you don’t want to talk about it
somebody will. They always do.
02/01/2021 j.g.l.
