When You’re Gone, You’re Gone by Michael Lee Johnson

When you’re gone you’re gone, sweet violets blend with the roses. Dust turns to sod. Consciousness becomes an acronym for JC Cross. Blood drops out of your nostrils drained, living memories for the living. The cross and chain of the rosary beads sputters as a symbol of hope droppings spring rain, nuns ponder in full … More When You’re Gone, You’re Gone by Michael Lee Johnson