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She sits by the window

Staring out at the couples

Dancing beneath the pale sunshine

Typewriter to hand

Gazing listlessly at what

She will never

Have.

The soft hum of

Her father’s

cream radio bringing

Restless heartbeats

Still.

The world outside,

She ponders,

Will never join

Her inside.

She has a

Unique

Liminality.

Always upon

The

Threshold.

And so, she

Continues to type.

Her fingers

Dancing at

Immeasurable speed.

Waiting for her time

To shine

Like the couple

Outside

Kissing under the forsythias.

 

Copyright © 2017 Rebecca Sherratt

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