When She Thinks He's Near
By birksy
Wiped clean, the silver shone in a chest, in an attic, for so long the winners name forgotten, till she looked. The shroud it was wrapped in had smothered her thoughts, but kept them clean, not tarnished as they might have grown if remembered too often. And now, once more, back on the shelf his name sits proud and she stops to look each time she thinks he’s near. Written October 29th, 1998 © on Oct 29 2001 04:04 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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"Wiped clean, the silver shone..."