FJ (I'm a metal tiger - there's your clue / Europe)


Long gone.......

Moving on
to better things.

No more 'I love you's'
so glibly given,
tossed out like stale bread
for starving ducks.

I wish you luck,
old friend.

By the way.....
there are no starving ducks here.

The bread is fresh!

by Francesca Johnson

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Comments (2)

Quack Bloody Quack... Sid xxxx
A brilliant metaphor for stale love. Your poem leaves a lot unsaid, but says a lot at the same time. Clever and pithy, there is no malice in your words, but a loving, unequivocal 'enough'. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥