Dolour
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1 min readFeb 24, 2016
I am
The dregs in your tea cup
Tepid. Brown
Thrown out; with love
I am
Those old sole-less sneakers
Worn in familiars ways
Forgotten
Moldy. Dusty. Alone.
I am
The dust that settles
Around your memories;
The coffee cup stains
On the table;
The tinny silences
Of a phone
That doesn’t ring.
I am
Your loose change
Forgotten in the cracks,
Amongst the cushions,
Beneath the bolsters
Of our love.