She’ll curl up in the arms of the moon and wistfully think of her heart’s desire. Hoping to jumpstart a dream she hopes to one day live.
The smoke swirls about like mixed paint in the crepuscular rays of a new day. Time spins around me like my life is a game of musical chairs. Except I can’t hear the music.
My thoughts claw their way back to you. My whiskey drowned eyes swim in shadows of your face. As you smile that “love in spite of” smile. Letting me know I’d found something unconditional.
Her honeyed tongue runs over my heart and it forgets its own scars. Helpless to her touch my spirit floats off and I forget myself.
Find me in the corner of a memory once cherished before my words lost me. Revisit that place and time with me and hold me tight. I’m in pieces. If you let go.