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Aug 2020
he called,
and they talked. And
two weeks past –
for him they flew fast.

In her head
he hasn’t called
in a fortnight. She didn’t like
to see him go. The days are
moving slow.

In his head
August half
elapsed. He now can
collapse.

In her head
August has double
to finish. Her loneliness
hasn't diminished.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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