Pennies for paupers

A number

blinks on my phone

it’s flashed before

several times today

and last week

it floods my inbox too

unheard voice messages

unreturned and unloved

now those of you

that hold the fate

of a lonesome life

in their lonesome hands

will probably never

know the camomile heart

that just died on the other

side of a two way mirror

trembling for an old polaroid

a cup of tea, a burnt toast and

a facsimile of dear life.

You only ever

have pennies

to offer a pauper

and tears to

the lonely bear

that sits and cries

at the end of a

very long tunnel.

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