lie helplessly on chilled cement,
absorbing the thumping beat
of tramping feet as they mindlessly scurry by.
‘Valentine’s Day is a curious place.’
Curled up and waiting for the day
I won’t be afraid to ominously gaze
at the shards of youth
strung on iridescent moon beams,
reminiscent of all the time,
trusted panes of distant realities
Harshly crashing,
crunching under hurried feet,
the radiant waste is stirred up in a flurry
on black tourmaline.
The gritty, metallic swarm
shreds my vulnerable heart;
Oh, what love
will do to a Romantic.
For the Missing Piece of my
Aching Heart:
In some distant dimension
She is waiting,
perhaps at this very moment
we are happy,
sinking into each other’s embrace &
lingering in love,
dismissing this lonelier time and place.
The present is then
and the past is now,
everyone who came before was just a way
of killing time
until you
met I.
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