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:FacebookTwitterTumblrRedditEmailPinterestMorePocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related