From vows to haunt
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Heartbreak
Once, the cuboid closes I’ll stand alone just holding roses. The misty air, of fresh soil’s scent a patch of grass the crow’s…
Once, the cuboid closes
I’ll stand alone
just holding roses.
The misty air, of fresh soil’s scent
a patch of grass
the crow’s descent.
A shadow as wide, as light can travel
feels like a sharp calamus
shot as an arrow.
Salty moisture, downs my lips
as painful as the calluses
on my finger tips.
As the crowds depart, with bleeding hearts
I think of me
my change of heart.
My moisture mask, turns into air
my lips wake up
so does despair.
Alone at last, my soul proclaims
and I start dancing
without Loraine.
Fragrant flower, you fill the air
I am not alone
I sense you there.
Forever!
Originally published on Medium on 2023-10-11.