First Date
First Date
As I wait I
I pass through the others
Trying desperately
To wipe the slate clean
Scour the memories
Till I’m shiny and clean
But their memory
Is resin
A wine stain on a
Polished floor
She will know I’VE been dragged through
This before
© David R mellor 2014
Steve Smith
Wed 11th Jun 2014 11:53
Nice one Dave! full to bursting,stretching the skin of words.
Steve Smith