1.
Love Story.
My personal B Class Movie
Flickers through my brain,
Preventing me from sleeping.
A girl who no longer lives
Walks down a street that has ceased to exist,
I stumble and fall at her side.
If we had married would she still be alive?
I remember the dogs barking,
The moon the colour of marigolds
Huge in an autumn sky.
The silence between us was brittle
With a thousand unspoken regrets.
Love tore us to tiny shreds
As though we were paper dolls,
Dolls thrown out by a child
In a sudden selfish fit.
The girl succumbed to opioids.
I rarely leave my home.
We could not have lived together.
We could never have lived apart.
My personal B Class Movie
Flickers through my brain,
Preventing me from sleeping,
Casting shadows on the moon.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 7th. - 8th. - 10th. 2018.
2.
A Fragment.
I cried out my heart,
Only the wind heard me,
And a bird with a broken wing.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 6th. 2018.
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