Two Rooms

There’s a room:

shaded

near

constant,

not alone;

never mine

to hold

for long

As it settles

itself.

 

It may never mend:

cracked

by

The secret I was—

held

close:

Clever close to a

whole

ankle

of

purple

and

blue—a

Turn of the clock.

 

Another room:

coiled

for two,

with

strung

Budding parts;

It was mine,

once.

Two rooms

held

like

The secret I was.

 

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