1.
The candles sing a tender song
Under my lover's desk, casting silhouettes
On my weeping self.
Under there, I reach an epiphany of sorts
I can't see them, until they sing.
My birds have nowhere to go
Until you sing.
2.
This body wastes
Long runs in black stockings new
Lying next to the shoes that you're hurriedly putting on.
Scared of the memories that are slipping
Right away at the Goodbye.
Maybe he'll forget
he was here.
I wouldn't lie to you, no
I'm scared.
3.
Awaiting anonymous arms
Anonymous nights
With anonymous songs.
Some lessons yet to be learnt
Awaiting new love
In some stranger's arms.
Yet I might look for a letter
Now and then
Bearing your signature
And that unforgettable scent.
1 comment:
if they're separate
I like 3.
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