A Forlorn Echo
Hoping, you’d hear.
But, like the moment.
You were long gone.
I can only dream....
Of what was.
And
Perhaps, I should’ve used.
Majik
Or just, tied you down.....
To keep, what..... I’d had.
For now, it’s all.
Swinging, in the....
wind
Like an old, creaking, barn door.
Giajl © Jim Love
The Barn Door
A constant reminder image. Gone, so many cures as oil cans.
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