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true affection

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i.     sometimes she felt like a coin,
old, rusty,
flung down a well and
sinking to the bottom, surrounded,
but unable to touch.

    and while she was looking at lights
she didn’t know were turned on, a
blue bird laid an egg on her
pillow,
and when it hatched it was just
sunshine-colored seawater.



ii.     he was a pair of earbuds,
tangled,
stuffed in a pocket and left to be
washed out, lost
on a train station bench, waiting.

    he felt like a crooked picture frame
no one bothered fixing,
a burned-out lightbulb
on the back porch that
never gets changed.
i don't know, maybe i put myself in my poetry too much.
maybe i should stop putting him in it, too.
© 2013 - 2024 ghearradh
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cality's avatar
This is beautifully heartfelt. The last stanza is my favourite. :heart: