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Remember Me
You don’t belong here,
where the rain stripes the walls
in the beige of disappointment.
I’ve locked up the goodies:
the pills, the rope, the razors –
even the car keys.
Yet you wake me
in the early hours,
begging me to let you go.
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The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19
How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.