I read a poem about losing one’s head somewhere and wrote a quick response – only to discover that the poem had vanished. Which is sort of appropriate, in a way.

But I had nowhere then to put it. So I’m putting it here. Maybe it will find its intended recipient.

I was going to call it ‘Tissues Under the Bed’, by the way, before realising the possible implications of those words (though not entirely off theme) so …. well …. let’s not go there.

Anyway ….

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Yesterday I lost my head

I looked for it beneath the bed

Found bits of paper there instead

With traces of the tears I’d shed

Little drops of blood I’d bled

Little poems I wished you’d read

Gentle words I wished I’d said

Proposals to be newlywed

Before you left. Before you’d fled

And down the road of life you sped

To never read them now,  I dread

They might mean something when I’m dead

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