Thrift

Copyright John Nixon

Everything.

Everything of yours, gone.

Given, taken, sold.

Everything’s gone – but still I walk passed the thrift store.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of you, reflected from the past.

 

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12 thoughts on “Thrift

  1. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Chris,

    Do I have to be the one to tell you? (Fourth sentence, seventh word, WTF?)

    Aloha,

    Doug

  2. Dear Chris,

    A good exercise in thrift. However, passed should be past.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  3. helenmidgley says:

    Ace job at a whole story in so few words, lovely read 🙂 although I thought you maybe meant ‘Walked’ not ‘Walk’ 😉

  4. billgncs says:

    this poem touched me, There’s alot of power in it.

  5. Radhika says:

    Very poignant! ! (Never mind about the typo!:P)

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