David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Poems of David Harris

2781. Wannabes 6/29/2008
2782. War 8/27/2007
2783. Warm Memories 8/3/2014
2784. Warm Winds And Gentle Rains 2/26/2009
2785. Wasted Moments 4/19/2009
2786. Wasted Works 10/15/2007
2787. Watch For Me At Midnight 3/3/2011
2788. Water Bed (Fun Poem 92) 11/23/2008
2789. Waters Of Scapa Flow 2/12/2008
2790. Waves 8/13/2011
2791. We Are Free 4/10/2009
2792. We Are What We Are 1/3/2011
2793. We Can Never Forget 3/11/2009
2794. We Cannot Go Back 11/14/2009
2795. We Danced 11/26/2009
2796. We Didn't Say 5/13/2012
2797. We Give 7/25/2009
2798. We Have Mice 1/11/2011
2799. We Keep Spinning 5/3/2008
2800. We Knew But Didn’t Know 3/27/2009

Leaving

Your fingertips seem just out of reach,
like the lifeline to a drowning man.
Tears haze my eyes,
like the morning mist.
You are going,
but why, I don’t understand..
There has been no words between us,
no anger, no cries of rage.
Your suitcase is by the door,

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