Poem — Mark Pirie
Goodnight It can end like this, you know, your arms round her waist filling the void you’d thought was destined for someone else … but perhaps a coffee will do, you think, or another kiss, another hug, or just a shot of her leaning against the chair — looking inviting — like you didn’t know this could happen to you except as a passing gesture when flowers hold the summer wind on their petals. Mark Pirie Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter
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Tagged with: Issue 118
, Winter 2017
Posted in Poem