Loose Ends Poem by Howard Pipe
Loose Ends
Memories linger
like mist on a turning tide,
then fade
into the unknown.
I was leaving
my past in empty boxes,
and dusting down
the old photos.
A postcard bathed in winter sun
was all that was left,
and a key under the mat,
and milk passed its sell by date.
I should have packed my bags and gone,
then she appeared
in the doorway.
Could she tie up some loose ends?
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5/4/2024 3:09:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Howard Pipe. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.