Friday, July 10, 2020

from what i've been told

yesterday.
she was not grey.

she was not asleep in the chair
facing
the window.

a book in her lap.
the tea beside her cold.

she was not
old.
we were in love.

yesterday
seems so far away.

she was not grey
and neither,

was i from what i've
been
told.

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