Love Poem: Crook
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Written by: Patrick Cornwall

Crook

You stole my laughter and hid it well under layers of concrete

I used a jackhammer to release them and with care

Moses was our traffic cop and we floated in opposites

Our love was stricken and the wind blew us like lonely chimes

I was your orphan taken back as a suit that won't fit

I am not a fool but was

How dos it feel on your tower

Can you see me and my clear eyes

The laughter has come back to visit

Sometimes I ride it as the sea we loved

But Moses wags his finger at me and I am reminded