Thursday 13 February 2014

scruff edges from the past

scraped when you came
fixed was i
the best texture
no signs of shatters

kept you safe
in my treasure box
amongst the gold
the silver, the bronze
and the pearls

yet one robbery
steals all of you
and all of me

seven-hundred
and thirty days
no one spoke

left in the dark
misty air
gone, gone, gone

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