The failed kiss left a trail of lip gloss
across a canvas of unending emptiness
like a memory dragged from between the
pages of a second-rate novel.
Her cries were a tune that knocked at the door
but failed to pierce his tone-deafness.
He watched on but then sensed guilt
that he alone could have caused such a thing.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
The failed kiss left a trail of lip gloss
across a canvas of unending emptiness
like a memory dragged from between the
pages of a second-rate novel.
Her cries were a tune that knocked at the door
but failed to pierce his tone-deafness.
He watched on but then sensed guilt
that he alone could have caused such a thing.