He Remembers

Her, he remembers on the way to bed going
As the day longed and long

Couching there on the sleep
Cat laden

And she wore the colors
Of love that she poured out on
One already fast a-doze

But now, the yellow wall
And the white couch empty sitting

He remembers when complete silence
Had not yet conquered

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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