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Wednesday Morning
CG Charlotte Graham (3 April 1986 / New Zealand)

Wednesday Morning

Been up for hours
The sky’s too blue:
a painted eggshell
about to crack.

Heard your voice
in a dream last night.
I’m so bored and lonely
I wouldn’t care
if I heard the devil,

God, it’s only
9am and
I feel so bloody old.

Keep thinking
everything would be different
if you were here –

only it wouldn’t be,
would it?

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As I read this my heart pulled towards the same star that shone on you as you wrote this poem- so brilliant!