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
The slowly disappearing leading to the end. Oh my.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love how this progresses...
ReplyDeleteI agree, love the progression of this beautifully constructed poem, Linda!❤️
ReplyDeleteReading signs not printed is terribly hard to do. Hindsight tells though, but most times too late.
ReplyDelete..
Oh, the inevitability!
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, I read this as a grown child gradually moving out, rather than a partner.