Running door to door

Knocking, knuckles bloodied

Painted smiles, making acquaintances

Hoping for that click of the jigsaw

Fear of being left behind colouring my nights white with terror

Refusal, denial and another breakdown

Routine, the usual blend of cream and extra sugar

Not another tragic afterthought

Left at the station

Missed the bus by a minute

The train by a long shot

Lonely altar, broken vows

Framed distress, love on the sheets

Their beliefs, my heart, your unwritten notes from hell

I fucking miss your empty words and stolen kisses

Coffee breath and latent dreams

Did we become a one-shot tragedy after all?

#reverie

Dec 2, 2022

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