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Paul Crump Poem
Sleep perennial echos
that haunt my silent grieving
that ties me to your side forever
take me back a lifetime to before
when I willingly drowned in my own self pity
as a parody of the man I once never was,
that place where I was happiest
the instant that was the ghost train
where that moment, my moment,
sustained my want.
Copyright © Paul Crump | Year Posted 2018
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Paul Crump Poem
in a far away sleep I recognise her from before she never disappoints me though she was never truly mine we sit on the grass in the park eating my mother’s favourite sweet peanut brittle and searching the free ads there is nothing I need then we laugh at the private and confidentials the girl asks me if I have ever truly loved someone then places my hand on her chest swimming through the best of her I am one of the cool kids I see places I will never go to I sit on violence like a broody hen then she wishes me luck when I come up for air
Copyright © Paul Crump | Year Posted 2021
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Paul Crump Poem
the starlings have fledged now and the cherry tomatoes have all been eaten.
I donated your favourite chair to the charity shop in the high street and in that corner where you loved to sit I placed a large aspidistra.
The woman in the shop told me that they like the warmth of a sunny spot but can live quite happily in a shaded corner.
I laughed inside when she told me
Sometimes when I’m reading I will catch a slight movement out of the corner of my eye as a draught elbows the green foliage.
I never think that it’s you.
Copyright © Paul Crump | Year Posted 2021
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