Rehearsing a Missed Call

Ashes to rose-colored glasses,
drinking down an iced conversation
with an intricate stumble,
you stepped over arguments,
like a thief, under your
feet, my lips crave yours to meet,
but the only thing I have in store
is what I couldn’t expect of you more.

(© 2022 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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