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Sherry Grant

New Zeland


zooming around
in search of myself
old stains
I fail to remove
as the dust settles



a bit of
lockdown fun
their rapid knocks
on each bedroom door



flutter in silence
a close-up
on two lovers
not meant to be



late again
midnight train carries
our dreams
in tears I embrace
every missed chance



lone shadow
talking to the wall
each moment
long and forgotten
still a table set for two

empty words

with every promise

again the sigh

as little ripples gather 

deeper into her eyes

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