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

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