and then there was me before you
in the in-between and the aftermath,
of smudged lipstick and panda eyes
and a bag of tricks that contained
all and everything, hastily packed in a room
with coquelicots patterned on the walls
bright and red and eternally ours
they waved when we left

and I wondered if they withered
as damp crawled and the paper
yellowed, growing musty in the years
before I was I and you were you
of the shall and shall nots
if you were happy or sad
sipping your coffee from a plastic cup
dry toast, wet tears
in the aftermath of aprés moi
from the vapour trails we laid
and the fields where the poppies grow.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-29 at 19:40

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle, this is simply achingly lovely.

Such descriptive writing with such understated emotion that it becomes even more poignant. Happy New Year Elle.

bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful, almost picturesque, description with color imageries.