Our love was like
a hollow spring.
It never filled us to the
brim with content -
always melancholic.
The haze of our first
shared kiss - the ghost
of the memory long
since faded.
Neither of us care too
much to remember.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
