hands in the garden

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it’s not an unseen breath that dusts your neck
nor the shadow in the corner

it’s the perfect moment you let slip
and the love that vanished through the door

it’s the creeping twilight threat
that plagues a restless mind,

the cold pillow in an empty bed
that whispers taunts of gentler times

©Anthony Gorman 2014

image: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/265149496788387841/

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