Where does the time go
From purple gloves
Lingering in pockets

To years long-lost
Rotting in boxes
Old loves of mine

Fingering letters
Hoaxes and feints
Slotting in visits

‘Tween tantrums and
Fixes she sure
Deserved better

That I bring her
Creamed spinach
Storytime wish

Holding hands in
The darkness
Poor tainted dove

Loathes my seed
When she needed me
Echoing lockets

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