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
trick-or-treat
their rapid knocks
on each bedroom door


 

 


butterflies
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