Not Yet Quite Forgot
the last time I saw her
she was laying with a stranger
beneath an ancient quilt
atop a memory foam mattress
of many years lieing
and would not look back at me
despite mouthing my name ..
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Neville (
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Ouch. That must have hurt. This scene plays out clearly before my eyes.
a memory foam mattress
of many years lieing - now that is quite brill Neville.
That tells a story. I saw her mouthing your name. The air was blue.
Brevity which turns into a movie. Not something you would forget easily, though time may soften the blow.
Hits the emotions. So well related. Have an easy day my friend.
all one really needs is a good imagination and a pen .. but thanks Cassie & have an easy one yourself my friend🍷
That'll be me and KP you saw! lol. What, in bed? Swoon!
I know what I saw .. so what's it worth to keep shtum eh
Or - you might have swooned too at the sight.
Wonderful lines dear Nev. Love is nothing if not painfully honest ❤️
and truthfully true .. thankfully yours 🤍
Another frisky girl? Well, her loss N. 😉👍
There have been many near misses but only one Mrs. 😎👍
She's the lucky one. 😉👍
Wow, this is potent.
.................. Toxic 👍
Brutally honest. Well done!
to be honest, sometimes one has to be .. thank you so Christina8 .. Neville
Memories stay with us all Neville.
Andy
They do if you keep them all safe in a book of em .. I got ten to date .. books that is .. Why not take a look .. its all for a good cause .. Chirpy chirpy cheap cheap .. and less than three pints of warm English beer ... Neville 😎🤍👍
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