Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Missing. Melancholy. Melodrama.

My brother, on his own at school,
My childhood friend, the first to wed,
My lengthy curls, so long since shorn,
And all my pets, so long since dead.

My boxes full of stuff upstairs,
My books and coffee mugs and plates,
My friends who made last summer fun
Too far away for coffee dates.

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