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Back home

28 Apr

 

‘I think it is time,’

he smiled sadly

collecting up

his battered notebook

black pen

dark cloak

sad guitar

and half empty bottle,

and kissing her forehead,

‘for me to go

back home.’

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© the author writing a Romantic Dominant

Photograph of Johnny Cash. Source unknown.

 

 
10 Comments

Posted by on April 28, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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10 responses to “Back home

  1. Just_Libby

    April 28, 2017 at 4:12 pm

    Well, this is sad…..

    Liked by 1 person

     
  2. Heartafire

    April 28, 2017 at 6:09 pm

    Don’t go breakin’ my heart!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. Meg Sorick

    April 28, 2017 at 6:50 pm

    Wait! Just one more song before you go…. 😦

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. therebelliousangel

    April 28, 2017 at 8:18 pm

    Home is where she sat, curled by the fireplace waiting for him with a full bottle of wine and open arms.

    Liked by 1 person

     

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