( ……….. ) by David R Mellor

I am not a silent poet

It comes home

When it comes home

When he comes home

And she didn’t

 

It bites hard

When we don’t

Know

Where

to start

when he walked in

and she was carried

 

out

of the auditorium

the encores still trickling

down

       into

            into

                 into

when he comes home  

and  she didn’t   

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