We converse
no, we toy with conversation
each word a building block of sentences
that tumble
- we start again
as I take your old age for child play
placing one sentence upon another
suddenly you’ll remember who I am
you giggle into the dark warmth of your bedcovers
- only to re-emerge
bemused
by a world of scattered toys and broken memories.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
We converse
no, we toy with conversation
each word a building block of sentences
that tumble
- we start again
as I take your old age for child play
placing one sentence upon another
suddenly you’ll remember who I am
you giggle into the dark warmth of your bedcovers
- only to re-emerge
bemused
by a world of scattered toys and broken memories.
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