You Wandered Into My Field of Forgotten Loves

Prose Poetry

Photo by Olia Nayda on Unsplash

Oh, you’re early.

What a shame.

(That means one of our hearts was broken far too soon.)

That’s all right. I’ll show you where you can go. Follow me down this way.

There’s room for you here. See that patch over there? It gets just the right amount of sunlight.