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When there is nothing left

April 4, 2019

 

When there is nothing left of you  

but fading memories and a velvet bowtie, 

I wonder who that person was 

with a charm which roused my heart; 

warming it with one lung 

and cooling it with the other.  

 

Who gave and took back  

the giddy beat of its song, 

who parachuted in 

and was airlifted out, 

 

whose loving ambition  

was aborted, with my hope 

and whose lips kissed mine 

so tenderly, 

then did not.  

 

That stranger who enchanted me 

with a spell he could not break, 

appearing unexpectedly, 

expressing love he could not fake. 

 

Who was that man with a soft deep voice 

wooing and courting me, 

with champagne, kisses, 

and message after message? 

 

That man, who stole my passion, 

pocketing it on his way out. 

Who lifted me high above the ground 

then let go his grip, and fled 

before my china body had the chance  

not to break. 

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