by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Oh,
how the white delirium
has set in me.
Memories ache in my throat.
Sweetness stains my mouth.
I cannot forget
your unfamiliar eyes
that cried out to me,
the end of us!
White Delirium
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry
fourwindowspress 
So succinctly & piercingly put–I am painfully familiar. Excellent.
Such a powerful short piece…