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Sanglots

written by: Henry Bladon

 

Je peux presque entendre tes sanglots.
Il me semble que je me souviens
qu’il y avait un piano en jouant
du jazz dans le coin du café.

Je sais qu'il y avait des gens amiable,
et des plats agreable,
et les boissons rendaient
tout le monde de bon humeur.

Alors donc, je suis désolee
que je t’y avais abandonné
toute seule avec tes larmes.
C'étais méchant, et je me sens mal.

Henry Bladon

Henry Bladon

Henry is a writer of all types of fiction based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Birmingham and runs a writing support group for people with mental health issues. His work has been in entropy, 50WordStories, Bloodaxe, The Ekphrastic Review, thedrabble and FridayFlashFiction among other places.
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