micropoetry The last we spoke (a micropoem) Posted by iridescentlover on December 29, 2015March 22, 2016 Because that’s what hometowns make: High school “remember the time..?”s And coffins for the people who die young, Those left and waiting recording the absentees in sorry but frank conversation over coffee Like a reunion roll call. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related