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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