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Love’s Last Post

Writer: Jarlath BusbyJarlath Busby



Love’s Last Post


She feels she is tearing apart,

her heart a series of tiny perforations;

silently sobbing, tears roll down her cheek,

her pillow, a blotting pad,

mascara running, her face bears the marks

of indelible love lines;

her profile staring at the wall, she sighs,

Oh how I miss Phil lately!

Each morning was like a fresh delivery;

she yearns for his roughness on her lips,

the taste of his gum on her tongue,

he’s gone forever, affection redirected,

his love a spent penny, black

thoughts fill her head, a jumble of letters

she cannot sort, their shared love,

a virtuous memory in a virtual world,

now just love’s last post,

her heart vacant, unfulfilled, an empty mailbox,

other males seem like junk,

just flyers on her vestibule mat.

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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
13 jun 2024

Very clever - great poem.


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Martin Pickard
Martin Pickard
12 jun 2024

This is excellent. Bravo

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John Wood
John Wood
10 jun 2024

Not sure the gum on the tongue might not be an analogy too far! An interesting postal tour de farce. . .

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Jarlath Busby
Jarlath Busby
11 jun 2024
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This was the product of insomnia so a bit surreal. Hinting more at philately than fellatio but like the ambiguity!

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Not short of postmarks... well done!

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