Out of the dark corners,
images of another time
creep into the forefront
of my mind.
Images of you and I
mix with the scenery.
Our bodies entwine
in front of me.
Shining down or seeping in,
blurring the focus
of what actually broke us.
our wanting to be held close,
I jump into the frame and breathe us in.
After a leap of faith,
I feel the sting from a slap in the face.
I question if I ever had you by my side.
Unsure of what to do,
I figure there’s nothing left for us here
if all we have are streaming tears.
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