To Hide

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To hide from sorrow like a mouse,
The senseless death of jolly dogs.
At least he left her with the house,
To skulk and hide with turning cogs.

The senseless death of jolly dogs.
The shrinking of her love for you.
To skulk and hide with turning cogs,
A burning ache for something new

The shrinking of her love for you.
The push away. Her heart grew still.
A burning ache for something new.
He gave enough. She’d had her fill.

The push away. Her heart grew still,
To hide from sorrow like a mouse.
He gave enough. She’d had her fill.
At least he left her with the house.

(my first proper poem – a pantoum no less! 🙂)