COLOR OF OUTDOORS

the good dark

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 25/02/2018

I wonder how long it will take you
to forget what my face looks like –
what my hands feel like.
All the silly promises we made
took off in the take off.
My life will not be a bestseller
I will still be here
enjoying the good darkness
in light of all opinions
growing without your sun.
We planted trees of forgiveness
patting the earth beneath the branches
it might not take,
or it might take forever.

M.

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  1. lovesdeepwaters said, on 25/02/2018 at 4:26 PM

    Lovely and deep


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