The Night Before…

I keep thinking I’ve forgotten something.

And I have.

You.

(Originally Posted 23.05.2019)

24 thoughts on “The Night Before…”

  5. I got nothing slick to say,
    I put my hand in pockets.
    As I sulk in the rain,
    I find a charming locket.

    Black as death,
    shaped like heart,
    I take it home and polish.
    It was a forgotten piece,
    Who could dare demolish?

    I keep the locket close to heart
    No one knows I did pilfer.
    For what was black
    now doth shine
    A locket sterling silver.

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