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Furlough

door killea

Furlough


Dark recesses of the soul
dragged up by the inner combo
what sorrows punish me
grief is a friend, that lets one cry
furlough cancelled, to later dates
beloved, I play solitaire
how do I cover this stint
where our passions remain
in months and months of arrears
I long to hear your footsteps
pounding my cobble stoned street
to my door, to receive you in my arms
safe, voracious, far from your war

feedback van andere lezers

• andremoortgat
  To receive him in your arms...
  hard to miss that with Eastern
  killea: Easter is gone and arms are still empty, waiting impatiently
  xx
  j
• greta
  "I long to hear your footsteps"
  
  en ik krijg tranen hierbij.
  
  
  
  killea: thank you for your sympathy, my tears flow too
  xx
  j

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