Between the Mist and Morning #poetry
Between the mist and morning,
memories arise.
"The veils are getting thin ."
At sunset, the ghost of a past lover
comes to sit at your table
and drink coffee with you.
The trace of smoke
crosses your path
like a cat.
The sound of a motorcycle
darts by.
Out of the corner of your eye,
you see a young couple,
walking arm in arm.
He is wearing your rain coat.
You stare into the mirror
at the years gone down the river.
Blank eyes look back at you.
You see the key,
once lost.
You find the stolen bicycle.
But you cannot unmeet
someone you once loved.
PSG aka Grace Wisdom / Natasha Willow
(c) 3 April 2022
for Mdr5
Dallas to Moscow *dedicated to my friend @Lydia Anneli Bleth
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