i remember that
game of dominoes
we played at your
grandma's house
and your granddad
made us tea and
we ate your favourite
biscuits and all i
can recall is the way
you whispered
"i'm so glad you're here"
over the table and
we were supposed to
be that couple who
were eighty playing
dominoes with our
grandson and his
new girlfriend he'd
brought home and
they'd drink tea and
she'd eat his favourite
biscuits and their
love would be like
déjà vu and his
whispers would bounce
to her over the table
is there a secret
to making a love
as strong as i believed
ours was, last?
maybe i should have
asked your grandparents
YOU ARE READING
a collection of poetry written by me
Poetryherein lies my poetry please, please do not claim any of it as your own i am very passionate about my work; i hope to share this, here (everything is always written in lowercase - for this, i apologise, it's just my style) always have a wonderful day
