I wrote this poem at around 4.43 this morning when I couldn’t sleep. Here’s the context.

Freeze frame.
It was there.
There.
Right then.
Then.
That second exactly.
That’s when
I lost you.
You switched yourself off.
I can pin point it.
My words.
Our touch.
Your look.
Shut down.
Pull back.
Close off.
It was there.
There.
Right then.
Then.
Carry on.

© Diane Lee

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