Thursday 15 October 2015

Yesterday's dancer

How I would like nothing more than
to feel the cadence of your
pulsating love again
Nothing more than to know it is me who
you tried with your heartbreak
to protect

Instead I am left waiting on the hill
shaking with knowledge of
lost connections
I am left on the pier with memories of the dead
their sorrow pointed toward
the horizon

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