Regrets come back
Like Trade winds
Window panes
Howl in the night
Words whoosh
Like a cannon ball
Sweat dries up
Inside the armpit
Turned elbows
Reflect in the glass
Darkness inside
Tastes like mint
A wet towel
Sheds tears
A drunken man
Sings on the street
A country song
Life long!
1 comment:
The spaces hold me, like a moth, pinned to your thoughts and feelings. So simple. And yet. Each pair of lines is a world. My eyes and heart jump from world to world. I still can't leave.
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