when the first of the dry leaves
breezed in from the sea
and netted itself in the curtain
I knew you'd be ready to leave
- but wasn't our summer special?
you mocked my old piano
we churned a few love songs together
laughter in our lyrics
first time ever I'd posed for anyone
half clothed and perfumed
such memorable months
I barely recall leaving the room
I shall miss you
but not enough to stare at blank walls
make intricate roses out of magazines
no, I just set sail a couple of paper boats
burnt them like Viking lovers
now there's an autumn of others to harvest
© Laura Granby 2016
For Mindlovemiserie’s Menagerie ‘I shall miss you’ theme: Writing Prompt #173 ‘Collage 28’
and uniting with fellow versifiers at Poetry Pantry
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