Camelot

Camelot

Monday, November 16, 2015

Etched On Glass



Separated by glass
Cleansed of the memories before

Today

I am etched on its smooth surface
Catching silent tears
Before falling to the floor

I watched as he strolled away
Towards a life of plenty

Today

The distance widens
There is no way
He could stay

He turned to me one last time
A final goodbye

Today

I blew him a kiss
He caught with a flick of his wrist
And together they traveled, high

While I
Stand below

Today

Fingerprint impressions
Etched in hushed sorrow


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