her song
i am found hiding
with her song
the breaking dawn
highlighting
the latest colour
of her hair
and the sacred places
where the love
used to begin
maybe just maybe
time hasn't wasted its time on us
she farts again
i can't take it anymore
the new girlfriend
i heard it said
she wasn't all bad
and it is funny
in this light
there is a resemblance
but in another
she reminds me of her
in that wedding photo
the one they found
on the path
that follows the river
total recall
i burned all memory
there was nothing left
last night
2:30 a.m.
in the 24-hour supermarket
i saw a woman
she looked
nothing like her
it was uncanny
S. Black has been mining for a heart of gold since 1967, and lives in the UK. Other writing may be found at the likes of Clutching at Straws, Gutter Eloquence, Red Fex, Tanka Undertow, and Deadsnakes.
S. Black - Mining for a heart of gold since 1967, lives in the UK. Other writing may be found at the likes of Clutching at Straws, Gutter Eloquence, Red Fez, Tanka Undertow and Deadsnakes.
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