the left-behind

Owen, who has No Talent For Certainty, writes some amazing poetry. I think he has excelled himself with this. See what you think!

No Talent For Certainty

the left-behind:
no longer kept
by those who’ve fled
that place, or stage –

the ruthlessness
of time, who drops
the best things of
another age

the smiles that worked,
the words that soothed,
now empty echoes
in the grass

the left-behind:
the parts of us
that like us, too
must surely
pass

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