remember the days before lost lovers words were left hanging
like ashes on the end of a burning cigarette
between lips
expectant of what tomorrow would bring
we’ve traced these lines time and time again
yet the picture remains the same sketch of misery
so we dance
bodies disjointed and fragmented between torso and head
we’ve come undone
This is so vivid...I can just see a grotesque dance taking place, words swirling around the dancers like confetti...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much -- as always I'm honored to have my words read and absorbed by another great writer )
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