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the loss
the loss
I saw her leave
on the 8 o´clock train.
in the Saturday crowd
I saw her many time.
Stopped women
in the street
they were frightened.
In the morning
she was in my bed
I wished
she wasn´t there.
I saw her leave
on the 8 o´clock train.
in the Saturday crowd
I saw her many time.
Stopped women
in the street
they were frightened.
In the morning
she was in my bed
I wished
she wasn´t there.
Published 15th Oct 2020
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15th Oct 2020 6:45pm
Yipe! There was an old saying among sailers, something about chewing their arm off before waking up the person next to them in the morning. lol.
I'm not laughing at your poem, though it is a bit humorous. I find it more melancholy and regretful in a spiritual sense.
I'm not laughing at your poem, though it is a bit humorous. I find it more melancholy and regretful in a spiritual sense.
