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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After Willie Had Gone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dotty lies in Willie's bed, <br>he's gone to fetch Sammy <br>his poet friend and will return <br>in a few days. She sniffs <br>her brother's pillow, smells <br>his hair oil and aftershave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She snuggles into the bed <br>for warmth, pulling his duvet <br>tight around her, imagining <br>it's him holding her, his arms <br>about her. She has a headache, <br>a coming near the edge, migraine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feels sick, light leaking through <br>the curtains makes it worse. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She puts her head under the <br>duvet, shuts out the bright light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She smells him better here, his <br>love of scent, his personal choice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hears birdsong from the garden, <br>a blue tit, great tit, unsure which. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Willie'd know. She squeezes her <br>eyes tight keep out whatever light <br>might intrude. Willie's left her some <br>of his poems to type up and file away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Later in the day, she muses, once <br>the sickness and migraine's gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had a good day yesterday with <br>the poems, she recalls, him reciting <br>over and over as they walked, her <br>scribbling down, pencil and pad, <br>her finger and thumb holding the <br>pencil tight until they felt numb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">After they returned home and sat <br>by the fire and he spoke them out <br>one by one. She loved the one about <br>winter dawn. She turns over, faces <br>the wall, her head buried into Willie's <br>warm indentation. In the darkness <br>she recites the poems one by one, <br>the words pouring from her lips, <br>following each other like children <br>out to play. She shuts out the dawn <br>chorus of birds that celebrate the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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he's gone to fetch Sammy 
his poet friend and will return 
in a few days. She sniffs 
her brother's pillow, smells 
his hair oil and aftershave. 

She snuggles into the bed 
for warmth, pulling his duvet 
tight around ..."></div>
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