‘Number 9?!’ she said, a frown on her face
Twirling the edge of her frayed lace
She clicked her tongue and pinched her ears
My future dangling precariously, my eyes fill with tears
‘He’ll take you away from your own” her voice hissed a dark warning
‘If that’s all, I’ll hold onto him and my own too,’ I smile, thinking
Twenty years’ later; here I am – alone
He loves me dearly, I have nought to moan
For all those that left
None did leave me bereft –
The troubles, the pain
The fears all in vain
Her words ring loud in my head
‘He’ll take you away from your own,’ she had said
I smiled then
I smile now -again
Numbers just math
really; hath
no story to be told
‘Aint no mirror to a soul!
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