Broken shards of porcelain litter
The back lots of my life.
Two loves I thought would last a lifetime
Lost to ruthless history.
Two flawless porcelain figurines
Smashed in the yard at the furnace door.
Even the photographs I am left with
Fading on the kitchen wall.
Memories disintegrate into shadow,
Become unreal, detached from life,
Become like scattered porcelain shards
Too wrecked to be fixed back together.
And friends who die, have died forever,
We cannot recall them - with love - with tears.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
14th. October 2021.
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