Here at the End

 

This is my heart in denial

the scratching of the diamond

against the vinyl

I was young once it seems

and I spun your etched

reflection inside

of me

 

But reality is the 

toe breaker

is the dance

is the false teeth sitting

innocent

in the glass

 

Until we trip across the

recorded line

beaten by finality one

last time

because reality doesn’t give

a damn if it makes us

cry

we knocked the glass over and

now we must say

goodbye