From David, with his fine eye for all that is beautiful, his unfettered imagination, his intense prose, David, who chokes me up with his poetry:
The Departed
David Milligan-Croft
Holes appear in wardrobes,
Cupboards stare agape.
Delf wrapped in newsprint,
Boxes packed and taped.
Naked patches,
Where photographs once hung.
Dusty bookshelves
With no stories to tell.
Bulging suitcases
Clambering for the door.
Except, you’re not the one
Going anywhere.
From here.
The Departed
David Milligan-Croft
Holes appear in wardrobes,
Cupboards stare agape.
Delf wrapped in newsprint,
Boxes packed and taped.
Naked patches,
Where photographs once hung.
Dusty bookshelves
With no stories to tell.
Bulging suitcases
Clambering for the door.
Except, you’re not the one
Going anywhere.
From here.
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