My Darling Poem by Livi Topley

My Darling



My darling is cradeled in cotton,
though between empty breaths she's sorry,
for reasons that have stumbled away.
But my darling isn't sad anymore.
It's just tears and tissues on the headrest,
around and around in cold car routes,
my darling's cigarettes and seatbelts,
I'm only thinking of you.

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