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Click hereThere was a time I loved you.
It was yesterday, about ten o’clock.
You called me from your office
And asked what I wanted for dinner.
Now it’s dark, and I’m waiting for you to be gone to bed
Long enough for me to slip past you into the spare room.
oh my god, thanks Lebroz for bringing this up, what a powerful piece, love it hate it LOVE it.
And the title makes the whole thing work--gives it depth, if I have interpreted it correctly. Well done.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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Wonderful and sad how a few simple words can evoke so much.
Lovely.
Harry Leg
When was it that you invaded my head, my home and my life? Well done. Hugs and kisses babe... so sad! ~Minx
Vividly hints at some unspoken conflict and of an estranged existence.
Feels so personal I am loath to comment. But why Carthage; I presumed it referred to a breach of faith, an infidelity. I am not sure I want to know, it seems like prying.
and stirring in its loneliness, and beautifully written. Thank you for sharing this with us, sweets. LJ
.....hide in these simple words. May be sadness, may be bitterness but certainly arresting. Well done. Five from me.
Tess
I hope you're aren't writing from your own experience- thats so sad. Thanks
Boo