The Sorrow

1523931_726996156981_1504676630_oThe door never knocks.

Still you go to the door,smile into the wind, the breath of those you’ve loved..long dead.

Between the time you woke that morning

and the time when the drone came,

a tired sadness; a nostalgic walk down memory lane

able only to tease you with a weak sting.

You stare off into a distance limned.

between the stones;

between tea, between a cup

and the sound of drones

you have forgotten the sound of joy

They used to write crazy sci-fi stories about moments like this


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