Tuesday 2 May 2017


Flimsy, stuttering, and clumsy
My love shuffles shiftily along
Pausing uncomfortably at corners
She stares hesitantly at her feet
Heaving a great sigh she turns
One awkward corner after another
Dragging the clouds of uncertainty with her
Searching, stopping, continuing
Along the confined spectrum
Of time and space she occupies
Yet utterly lost
The dark sprigs of fancy
Shoot in and out of her heart
Painful with every moment remembered
Comforted by every moment forgot

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