I didn't know you
Dusty shoes
In the charity shop
Moulded to the shape
Of a previous occupant
There must be evidence everywhere
There is...
Of who was there
The grooves in stone steps in the mill
Worn away by the workers
Every etching on a gravestone
Testament to the incumbent
As well as the soul that held the chisel,
dug the grave and filled in it
All in a day's work
As I lay here
Changing the space I inhabit
I don't know what I've shaped
Or how I play a part
Maybe I don't
I might just be a whisper on the edges
Of a really long story
That I sit quietly through
Until my things will be collected
And given to someone else
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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