“ I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too. Drew Myron
“ Unless you are silent, you will notknow your urgent heart, how it beatsbetween the thin skin of yes and no. Drew Myron
“ Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe. Drew Myron
“ Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life. Drew Myron
