Poetry

Old Comforts

An old comfort hovers along my subconscious

It’s teasing me- this I remember

Offering to make everything momentarily better

But at a cost- this I also remember

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If I go back to this old comfort

It was all pointless – this I know

All the writing, all the talking

Will have meant nothing- this I also know

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So tonight instead, I will combine

My knowledge and my memories

To write an almost-poem

Dulling the hungry need

To resort to an old comfort

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