Woodwork
By DarkAsh
Fleeting softly across bare old floors
Winding up a staircase
Older than both of us
The patina of age glittering from a thousand
Tiny fractures
I don't have the heart to tell her
It's...
Irreplaceable
Once it's broken
(I suppose because
I didn't want to break anything)
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Copyright 2018 DarkAsh
Published on Monday, December 16, 2019.
Filed under:
"Poetry"