Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Going



I see the signs
every day
your favourite books
disappearing
Your soccer shoes
your skis
your winter coat
your signed photo
of  B. B. King
your vinyl
the beer mug you stole.
fromThe Nag’s Head
You think I don’t notice
such small things
mementos  of your life
Nothing of me
no match for you


Ellecee



Inspired by
imaginary garden with realtoads - This is (almost) the end
and
Skywriting - Match



5 comments:

  1. The slowly disappearing leading to the end. Oh my.

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  2. I agree, love the progression of this beautifully constructed poem, Linda!❤️

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  3. Reading signs not printed is terribly hard to do. Hindsight tells though, but most times too late.
    ..

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  4. Oh, the inevitability!

    Incidentally, I read this as a grown child gradually moving out, rather than a partner.

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