he, the lone teleprompter,
it rings, the voice, still, silent
he calls, always, I answer
our minutes, then forbidden
by all, who grovel, hidden
alas- they won't take my love
serendipity, it drips
rose fingertips, and winter
it arrives, each time, too late
a ballad, perhaps essence
bittersweet recollections
who we were, your bruised children
who we are, long forgotten
intertwined, a shared thought
remember, how we forgot?
Dec 18, 2023
Dec 18, 2023 at 2:54 PM UTC
he, the lone teleprompter,
it rings, the voice, still, silent
he calls, always, I answer
our minutes, then forbidden
by all, who grovel, hidden
alas- they won't take my love
serendipity, it drips
rose fingertips, and winter
it arrives, each time, too late
a ballad, perhaps essence
bittersweet recollections
who we were, your bruised children
who we are, long forgotten
intertwined, a shared thought
remember, how we forgot?