Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting

Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting
April showers bring May flowers

Sunday, 18 October 2015

We shall never

You will never see the sky again.
We shall not quarrel anymore.
You have set yourself free, left me
behind to experience
the aches of solitude,
and seeing the sun sink
beyond the roofs.
You took up all the room
but it was not your fault.
I cowered, hidden away
in the eaves, grabbing at crumbs.
You would fill the kitchen
with words and I would hurry
out of sight, not wanted,
no place for me.



©susanbauryrouchard

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