The Bones

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


the echoes of fantasies
better left alone.

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


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


©️ CGT, 2018.

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