What It Means
silhouettes stretching
hands held and whispers we share
on bare horizons
that final moment clinging
what it means to say goodbye
January 29, 2013
Bed space to let.
You created me
cut out folded paper
flocked pattern – bird in silhouette.
I crushed crimson your vagaries
Rendered redundant
your flaking effusive generosity.
Stripped you back bare
to the man who now cries himself to sleep.
When was it ever chiselled in stone
that we should erect foundations
Leave me spacious blank walls
same suitcase – different hall
Never to be unpacked
no offers accepted…
Poppy January 2013
