Polly

Writings and Witterings


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Missing

The light in your eye,
blonde of your hair,
silent space where once you were,
tender mouth,
intense glance,
knowing this
the death of romance
and things that say ‘love.’

Polly Stretton © 2012

Stu asks us to today for poetics at dVerse to write about the things/people/moments/times we miss. This is my response to the prompt—great prompt, Stu.