Aye, I Too

Photo by Paul Brookes

I talk to
him at night.
I say “Goodnight, Ken”.

If owt goes wrong I’m
“Where are you Ken?
I need you. Where are you?”

It’s been twenty years nar.
Since he passed.”

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