We blinked, you and I, and our day was gone,
mist fingers of evening twining around
street lamps and making safer the world that
haunts the spaces between spent words and tears.
We slept, you and I, and our night was gone,
the soundless sobbing of frightened lovers
drowned in dreams and the stillness of
ticking clocks a quiet salve for our wounded thoughts.
We woke, you and I, and our morning rose,
the pigeon and thrush above frost burnt earth
heralds of the promise in dawn's grace and
the chance to mend ourselves again with love.
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A Wrong Turn
PoetryA collection of poems that chart a relationship from its genesis to its failure and beyond.
