Lost
You look lost;
like the ground beneath our feet
is new to you.
Like you expected to find frosted earth –
instead of what has always been there.
You speak with the dipping
clarity of a snowball fight – scooping up words;
flinging them at me;
yet you look shocked when I hurl them back –
breaking them open
letting them disintegrate in front of you.
You look lost;
like the girl breaking out of your arms
is new to you.
Zoë is a Poet and Mum from Dukinfield. She has an MA in Poetry from Bath Spa University. Her work has appeared in Magma, Atrium, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Bonnies Crew and Picaroon amongst others.
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