The Bones

Baby, come back home,
ignore the dust, the bones,

and

the echoes of fantasies
better left alone.

Ignore the sadness,
the sorrow,
and hopefully,
you won’t
feel the hopelessness

tomorrow.

The bones?

Oh, those.

Well, they might
look familiar…

You died here,
so long ago,
and left me
your bones…

and finally free,

you left

alone.


©️ CGT, 2018.

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