Bookends I've become...

Bookends I've become...

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Bookends was I
when she closed her book,
chapters sealed,
dust jacket wrapped,
not to be opened
prying eyes forbidden
on pages shelved,
she.

In the end
placed on the outer,
distanced.
I felt shut out...
just book ends..

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 30, 2015
Last Updated on November 30, 2015

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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