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The Spectator

The figures of the painting have come to life to talk to you.

Should you watch the brilliant play unfold,

Or shall you film it on your mobile phone?

Should you cease waving the net,

Or shall you acquire a bigger one?

The stars were never meant to be photographed,

They are meant to be glimpsed at from

Millions of miles away.

Smoke was never meant to be caught,

Only gazed at as it rises from the fire.

Pay attention to the hitch in their step,

Watch their hand stretch to shake another’s.

Write it all down,

Do not forget the important facts.

One day it may be a painting

That comes to life,

Or a play looped on a screen.

-P.C.

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I don't have the soft-spoken voice of a mother.

I don't have kind eyes.

My hands are claws,

My teeth are sharp,

My skin is rough.

I'm all wrong.

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The Loneliness of Grief

You look at me -

Dressed in all black,

Waiting at the doors of the church.

You approach me,

Unsure,

And say how sorry you are

For my loss.

I say thank you,

And we stare at each other

Across the chasm.

-P.C.

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I would stand here forever

If I believed

I could ever feel the same way again

In time.

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The sky is so beautiful and clear today.

I look at it for a moment,

Before remembering you are here, too.

I look at you,

But you're looking at the ground again.

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Home

I feel as though I've been kicked out of my warm apartment into an empty hallway. It's cold and I have to take the stairs because the elevator hasn't worked in years - but I still think, "just my luck".

I leave through the dark lobby, dodging the tiles wet from the leak in the ceiling. I push open one of the heavy glass doors and step out onto the street. I'm out here and you're in there and I'd like to go home now, please.

I hail a taxi and climb in the backseat, breathlessly asking the driver to "take me home". I freeze, and chuckle for a second, because of course he doesn't know where home is for me.

But then I feel tears prickle the edges of my eyes because I don't know where home is either.

-P.C.

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