you had a locket and an antique smile
a way of turning your head in the shade
fading into the green
you had a ring of milky jade
a doorbell chime like a carillon
it seemed to me then
a smile like crushed pink
seashells.
I remember.
no one will say that what I
remember is true.
no one will come to the wedding
after all this time:
looping the ribbons of pearl
to good effect
under the one rose window remaining.
but you had a locket and an
antique smile.
what did they have
mary angela douglas 31 august 2012
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