Sherry Grant

New Zeland

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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

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empty words

with every promise

again the sigh

as little ripples gather 

deeper into her eyes

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