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The Song

 

Charlotte Gainsbourg  AnOther

 

From a recent prompt – to write a piece on the above picture.

 

 

You left me
towards the door you
walked
no smile no remorse

canvas bag
a gift from me
in the lining hidden
a ring long forgotten
a gift from you
thrown across the floor
it rolled

door slammed
I watched it
roll till it stopped

the records
yours
the ones you will
return for
they are round
like the ring
but hold no
memories

I sit
reading
titles through tears
that drop silently onto
plastic covers
the ring motionless

makes no sound
as these records
never will
they will be silent
there will be no dance
no dip of love
just the stylus
scratching

like you
in my heart

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