I feel so strong and so hollow in this,
Like memory,
Straining every detail,
The light on the table,
The dust in the air,
Two bodies stand apart,
Your white blouse stands out in front of the curtains,
Ruffled and shaking,
The light displaying an open stage,
An advantage that no one takes,
Because we both feel right in this,
And no one is shaking their fists at us,
So we go right on,
Erring.
No one is telling me what I'm doing wrong anymore.
1 comment:
The last line makes it epic.
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