in that old house that now shivers next to the idling wrecking ball There they lived the elderly couple they befriended nearly everyone They never traveled at least at home they'd rest all the time all day long So we were the ones the ones wrong when after many days some years ago a squatter emerged from the home the home of that elderly couple He needed to find food nothing left in the freezer How was that old couple I remember a neighbour ask Very quiet, he said so very peaceful and not at all like this sunny day but dull, porcellaneous, gray No trouble at all. They were at rest at rest when I moved in
I love my broken heart she said I'll love it until the day I die If you don't believe me she said Just remember he's the one now forever in bed Because of my broken heart she said I can walk and sing He was in that car that night not alone, not alone she said If I could choose again and again and again the broken heart I'd take she said the broken body suits him now he's all alone, alone she said.
Mj Lemon is a west coast writer and teacher who has been writing poetry for several decades. He is based in Greater Vancouver, though spends as much time as possible hiking western Vancouver Island. He also maintains a Poemhunter page that features selected works.
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