Shape of you.

Shape of you.

A silver comb with a
missing tooth

A blue chipped saucer
it’s teacup, swept away

A single white glove
fitted for a right hand

A rain sodden diary,
pressed memories– faint.

Things texturized
from the grainy scene
by
   moments
        of 
            fragility.
                            .
                              .





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