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Vintage Poem

Dedicated to a Once Close Friend

By Charlotte KempPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Our conversations are held on vinyl,

Each groove represents a sound,

Except the grooves are now worn

and the needle is blunt,

From the record spinning round and round

Our memories are captured on film,

Each image composing a motion,

Except the image is sepia and no longer in focus,

As a result of a lack of devotion

Our songs are scribbled in pencil,

Each note playing its own part,

Except the music sheet has aged and the scribbles are unclear,

I no longer know where to start

I wonder if you still possess such things

I know you did at one stage

Is it pushed in a corner or up in your loft

Gathering more dust with age?

They say vintage possessions are precious

Due to age and sentimental value

But they are not as precious as only half a collection

And you no longer have yours... do you?

sad poetry
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Charlotte Kemp

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