Blind

He woke slowly,
numb for a moment
until, senses gathered,
he wished he hadn’t.

Daylight only reminded him of their last conversation,
cold, paper thin and how, inbetween words
a thousand clouds passed overhead.

He heard the grass growing
and curtains fly from windows
like poor tethered birds.

He heard midnight swallow another day
but not her leaving.

© D.Archer. September 2014.

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