He sits in his chair like a forgotten king -
To my shame, I avoid his gaze -
Yet that week, I held his poor hands -
He looked at me from the the edge of the world where he then stood -
I told him that I loved him -
I know you do he said -
I know that one day I'll stand where he stood -
I'll hear the voices I love at the edge of the world -
My poor hands will be held -
The world will slip away from me -
My chair will be my last throne -
12.53
Friday 8 June 2018
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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