Fate called whilst I was sleeping,
and took your hand
and tried to pay me with warm memories
and future fiction
in exchange for your company.
You were powerless to resist,
and looked to leave
and mouthed a feeble parting kiss
and held my trembling temple
with cold and lifeless fingers
Fate threw me a satisfied smile,
and hid you from my view
and mesmerized my thoughts
and lifted you to its breast
to sever the chord between us.
In the silence of the night,
and when two minds are better than one
and crackling leaves need kicking
and my wrinkled hand searches
I miss you.
© Graham Sherwood 12/2012
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