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Tables can hold conversations too
I closed the screen
laid my head against
a cool wooden table
letting tears soak
through the hinge
because arms are
not always choices,
then I remember
every moment
I felt this way
remembering this
table once had a
home grounded
by forest roots,
how I carry you
through every
thread in my
blue veins.
Published 10th Sep 2024
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10th Sep 2024 9:17pm
10th Sep 2024 10:49pm
Superbly crafted Neves, one of my favourite bands 'Beautiful South' had a song years ago called 'The Table' about the life it has seen ❤️
11th Sep 2024 5:54am
11th Sep 2024 5:55am
Dear N,
While I’m sorry for the subject your poignancy and grace in expressing sadness is heart wrenching and beautiful at the same time. H🌷
While I’m sorry for the subject your poignancy and grace in expressing sadness is heart wrenching and beautiful at the same time. H🌷
