Gone? - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I had left the door ajar
for just a moment.
Looked up in time
to see a shadow.
so late at night.
And all that's left
behind for me was
just a sound.
No sound of music
but the busy fiddle
which was creating now
the lovely, but so final sounds:
The patter of -just leaving now -,
the patter of so, yes.....
l'il boys' feet.
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