Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
Something blue
A sixpence in her shoe
Our friendship before the loan
Your silence after
My twenty dollars
The colour of your absence
Was worth it
Shared with dVerse Poetics. The ‘something borrowed’ line reminded me of the thought, ‘If you lend someone twenty dollars and never see them again, then it was probably worth it.’ I’ve tried to ‘marry’ the two ideas together here.
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