Poem Hunter
OC (18/04/1989 / Worksop, Nottinghamshire)


Poem By Olivia Capulet

There were days of autumn winds
Snow when it was March
Though I remember who we were
I’m not sure who we are
Sinking in the sands of time
And screaming absent tears
Photographs don’t bail me out
Now there’s nobody here

Days of soft remembrance
As I stare out at the door
The debris of my spirit
Doesn’t come here anymore
Falling as a broken dream
And calling in despair
Memories are what’s left of me
There is nobody there

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