It’s been a busy few days, and all I’ve been able to squeeze out for the daily poems are micros. My hope is to come back to a line or word or even the entire prompt at some point, and take another stab. For now, on this Easter Sunday, I’ve gone with the 30/30 prompt “lost in space.”

The right thing

got lost

in the space

between what

I shouldn’t have said

and the look on your face