Poetry

Tuesday, 31 December 2019

The closest thing

The needle in the thread
The thought of someone dead
That was the closest thing

The fire engine red
The burning book unread
That was the closest thing

The lives that we once led
Like kites in a sky of lead
That was the closest thing

The knowledge of things unsaid
That was the closest thing
The arms of a thousand wed
That was the closest thing

The prayers from the book that shed
Like the skin of the snake that bled
That was the closest thing

The forks in the road we sped
That was the closest thing
The way in which you bed
That was the closest thing

All the senses in my head
That was the closest thing
They made me feel fed
That was the closest thing
By the love of a woman wed
To the ideas of undying instead
That was the closest thing

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