Seulement

I pinched your arm
to know that you hadn't left
when I thought I felt the draft
from an open door

it is a pity that my stubby fingers
could not feel the difference
between the sofa cushion
and you bony hand




Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 16:05

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a very good, emotional peice of poetry. It reminds me of my darling Natasha, and how I miss her so much x

Thanks for this.

"Your boney"
2006-05-03