Addressed to me.

Addressed to me.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Addressed to me.
On opening the envelope
addressed to me
my account of time presented, spent.
On reading,
pieces of days, years, decades
fell freely to the floor.
On trying to recollect
blowing in the wind lost,
suddenly, I felt older, sad.
I don't remember.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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