the outdoor midnight
of devil soup and sky
misses me
like i was
its red right hand
hiding out loud in church silence
all the houses looking toy small
we had imprinted
i left something there
left a part of me there
the part of me
that always wore denim
a safety pin
in my wallet
i crack the bedtime window now
to still smell
its shadow and size
its monochrome buffet
and so its not alone
with the backfence madness
and wasted confessions
we shared
from bbc.co.uk
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