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Got The T-Shirt: Blue Shirt With A White Collar

...you and I slipped through each others’ fingers
leaving behind only a catalogue of regret...

Steph Spiers' poem charts the sad end of a love affair.

The day we met you wore a midnight blue shirt
with a white collar and a striped silk tie.
I was captivated by your brown-velvet voice,
smooth as butter-cream, vowels melting,
baritone slow, oozing concern, sincere and caring.
I fell in to trouble deep within in that moment
of clarity, acknowledging a need for solace.

But, looking back that was half-a lifetime ago
when the blood stirred and blossom was on the tree.
Before the loss of an innocent.
Before rejection and declining second-best
Before weary years of non-commitment.
Before that absolute betrayal.
Before the shame of shared denial
as others intervened leaving their mark.
Without a battle, without a shout,
you and I slipped through each others’ fingers
leaving behind only a catalogue of regret
and no hope for a happy ever after.

June 2009


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