Purloined Destinies


and Coulds

and Woulds

and Shoulds

and ‘things I meant to be’s



At most


Burnt toast

Purloined destinies


Figured Speech

Beyond reach

Seaweed cluttered

Empty beach

Castles made of Sand


Tidal shifts

Voids and rifts

Standing on

Unstable Cliffs

Dreams of Neverland


Fingers clasped

Gasps and Laughs

Time has past

Yet flags half mast

As memories abound



Half filled

The thrill Instilled

And still not

One small sound


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