Infatuation
Faded declarations of love
On mangled paper;
Dead roses,
Still mustily fragrant;
A dirty pink bear,
Torn button-eyes reproachful;
A broken trinket,
Its glossiness gone;
Old Archie’s cards,
Vapidly full of false cheer-
All that remains of an eternal love
That lasted three months.
Or three days or three weeks or three years. Whatever.
2 comments:
ah!that poem....
brings back memories.. ;)
beautiful.as usual.
Of blank-eyed cows and hapless bystanders? :p
But maybe, just maybe, I was a bit too cruel, writing this about her. Maybe she was hurt.
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