The Pocket

One day of gloomy despair
Brought the hand, in full control
It seemed to come out of thin air
While reaching into his pocket
I played with my long dark hair,
He handed me the locket.
Years have gone by
The answers are there
From the man with the pocket
Giving love with great care.

by Debora Soramaki

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