Everything but shoes

no-one walked with you,

a photograph, a jar of shells,

nothing borrowed, something blue.

A yellow stained certificate

on which no fathers name is penned,

a bastard from the very start

as you arrived so you did end.

The residue of chaos

stored neatly out of view,

I open it just now and then

when I cant remember you.

◄ The Waves that Break

Shoebox ►


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