Thrown Away Things
I wonder if I told her
she would get it,
or would she try to
bury her head
in the sand and buy
herself out of it
by any chance since
I always knew it
was a long shot right
from the off ..
But still I had to take
it just for the sake
of my own peace of
mind etc etc ..
Whatever the case
though, all our plans
and our gains
were each as fleeting
as old Filofax,
Betamax and eight
tracks back in the day ..
In a word, they
were nothing more
than flash in the pans
or rich boys toys ..
Those which all too
soon became cheap
throw away playthings
and only used for
so called fast getaways ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments2
And such are relationships often a flash in the pan but we take the chance anyway if only for a throw away toy. A lovely write my friend
Neville, what a thoughtful and quietly cutting piece. I know the need to follow possibility despite suspecting where it leads...and your procession of yesterday’s prized possessions captures the cold disposability beneath it all. One heck of a write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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