over

in the border the little windmill
doesn’t move,
untouched by the breeze,
redundant without
the means,
to live.

and the plans you made,
like the old pots
and the empty spaces
sing ‘i am empty, i am gone
for it is over’

i see the parties on the lawn,
and the old dog,
stretched out
saturated by warmth,

and when you arrived
in fresh married dreams,
all hopes and fears
so unknowing then, the
full subsidence
of the
years.

now just a line of shoes,
and laughter unfulfilled,
and in the border the little windmill,
that doesn’t move,

but i wont forget the time
with fretful hands
you carried the swift to me,

but
‘i am empty, i am empty
for it is over’

over

uncleblack

Joined February 2010

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our neighbours have separated, and having seemed always so upbeat and happy it really hit me seeing her loading her bits an bobs and her lovely old dog into the car, to drive off into a new life. we never know what goes on in peoples lives, but it feels really sad, to see just how fragile these connections are. plus i really liked them both and it is a shame now to now be down to one.

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