Mar 30, 2012

Friday Flash Fiction 30th.March

A little poem for the G-Man, and this sad lassie.



Seven Days

“Just for a week,” you said. “Just for one week,
no more.” But ‘Message received’ is never
now from you; no ‘Hi Pet’ on my mailer
makes my thoughts quicken, makes me smile. 
So many bleak miles and seas I endure
apart.  Who would have thought seven days
could last for ever. Or break a heart?

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