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saturday
the screendoor slammed
how easy
unforgetting
a time before of passing
– a moonlight
on the floor
a box of tin
for every then –
were all the pages turning
black and white
is fading now
– begin
the last to know
was first to leave
amid these pleads
of darling
linament
and linen –
winter snow
hide me here
within your arms
folded
close with story
of how and when
you held me
then –
another
once we knew
the getting on
would get us
back –
one way or another
the windows
left us open –
with one more night
to spare
. . .
“a moonlight on the floor”, unforgetting!
You know me well, Stephen………..the heart listens when the heart speaks……… Thank you. ~ Much love always, Bobbie
I like it ! That’s all. I just like it !
~~xo~~
Me
That’s more than enough for me, dear Paul. ~ Me xo
Suffocating my own beats here, but I can still hear the door slam:'(