Shy goodbye was strange debut
Mumbled breakfast on strange menu
Hand-held walk on strange street
Rude awakening in strange sheet
Drunken fumble with strange chap
Taxi ride to strange flat
First kiss with strange chin
Semi smile from strange grin
Caught glance from strange eye
A lonely soul breathes strange sigh

NaPoWriMo day 28
a poem that tells a story. But here’s the twist – the story should be told backwards. The first line should say what happened last, and work its way through the past until you get to the beginning.


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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