Ode To The Parting Gift


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Margaret told me all the answers
He had told her where it was, but only once.
He spoke softly, which was not like him
nor was saying things only once.

Margaret asked me if I remembered all the answers
Then she whispered them quietly under her breath
Her eyes darted up to me, had I noticed?
The indent on the couch he left?

Margaret Listened, the school bell was ringing.
He was walking her by the Old Margam Mill.
She didn’t like the way he was always talking
Now she listens for him still.