Worn thin
your finger tip
stroking
my long cold cheek
& your dry lips
I am ageing
With no real right to
But not in your heart
My shallow shouldered frame
Combed wet hair
And potential
Staring back
Before I knew
What incredulous meant
You knew loss
Gravel pit deep
And dark
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 8:24 AM UTC
Worn thin
your finger tip
stroking
my long cold cheek
& your dry lips
I am ageing
With no real right to
But not in your heart
My shallow shouldered frame
Combed wet hair
And potential
Staring back
Before I knew
What incredulous meant
You knew loss
Gravel pit deep
And dark
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