Meeting

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In all my goodbye ways
My hi meet you highways
There’s tautness of tension
Should ever I mention
My truth
©K Barr

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Bereaved

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I slide so easily along
This well-worn path
From old I know so well
The curves and bends
It wends me through
The ways it spins and sends
Me reeling into spaces
I can’t recognise from sight
That’s blinded in these troughs
So dark I know from touch
These places mark the plights
I fought to flee to keep a hold
Of me the pieces
That I fell into
When I lost you
My self
I seek again…
©K Barr