[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
She Was The One
She was the one
who didn't let the day go.
She was the one
who held time so tightly.
She was the one
who wouldn't let the weeks go by.
She was the one
who saved up, stored,
all her hours and minutes.
She was the one
who opened up her precious
box of hoarded days
to find they had all gone.
Evaporated, dissolved into the past.
Leaving behind only the small
dull stain of her wasted life.
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