~ Lettersyoullneversee

If you look for me

I’ll be sitting by the blossom tree

Where the winter hasn’t caressed it’s bones

If you search for me

I’ll be at the bottom of your footpath

I’ll be knocking on your empty house

Published by Lettersyoullneversee

Hull Poet Writer Photographer - heartache, absence and the damage of austerity.

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