Saturday, 20 May 2017

Missing Connie again. poem

Missing Connie again today
while I search to find my way back home
The Tower is nothing like I thought it would be
and how much I wish I'd been wrong.
But the road I hoped to follow
eludes me even now
the breadcrumbs have all gone
that a year ago I left out
Home is just another childish dream
hidden now under a lost plant pot
and Connie is no where to be seen

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