Sunday, 8 August 2021

just there and then …

 just there

  and then …


into the empty fire grate

he poured the years of weary days

each one a cinder with no flame to

rekindle a new thought or warm 

the end hours that slipped away 

in cold atonement 

the latch lifted

the door a scream

and all stopped 

just there 

  and then …

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