Gail Foster Poet Rhyme

Bereft

I did the same thing that you did today
I took all your secrets and threw them away
Of the little there was of us nothing is left
I dust off my hands
And feel slightly
Bereft

© Gail Foster 10th July 2017

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Jannie Breedt August 8, 2017 at 1:10 AM Ooh ouch here. Bereft rhymes with theft I guess. Gail Foster September 7, 2017 at 3:02 PM Ouch indeed. And weft. Weft is a good word. What is a warp without a weft? And stuff...

Daniel Turner July 9, 2017 at 8:40 AM It's nearly impossible to have a relationship, then it dissolves, yes everyone should feel something. I think most would feel bereft, although I know a few who have felt elation:) I like your short verse, Gail:) Gail Foster July 12, 2017 at 5:00 AM Thank you, Daniel. I need to grow a thicker skin, but where's the poetry in that? Best wishes to you.