Old
love...
dried and blown by the wind
come back in a letter
quite by surprise.
I'm a curious woman
and search for clues - the where,
the what and how
two lives are cracked apart.
I could walk past her shop
peek through the plate glass window
watching my reflection
watching her.
I would turn away then
the words dried up and stale,
crumbling out the corners of my mouth
and dropping to the ground.
dried and blown by the wind
come back in a letter
quite by surprise.
I'm a curious woman
and search for clues - the where,
the what and how
two lives are cracked apart.
I could walk past her shop
peek through the plate glass window
watching my reflection
watching her.
I would turn away then
the words dried up and stale,
crumbling out the corners of my mouth
and dropping to the ground.
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