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Jul 2014
She turned as blue
as the sky
as I
watched
the other ones eyes
turn as black
as the night
that surrounded us
in that strange hour
of mystery and chance.

Panic arose
as she took
one shallow breath
after the other.

I swallowed fear
like the caps that
I had earlier
and earlier
in that night,

I almost took
the other one
with
the black ******
eyes
around for some
one on one sight.

But it seemed
as if time
had jumped back
seven years
and carried me
away from her
again.

As a fist fight
carried on
in the back,
it’s as if
this time
it was stuck
on repeat.

My eyes stretched
back and forth
to try and expand
my horrible horizon tonight
to try and make sense
of these overwhelming sights
that haunt my harried life.

All I wanted
was
to make them
happy.

How everything
can go so wrong
In just the flick
of the lights.
As she said to me,
“My lips have whispered your name a time or two,
          now is your chance to let them meet you.”
Andrew McElroy
Written by
Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
(30/M/Florida)   
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