My walls kept distance
from her lips.
A pocketful of tears;
I’ve got more
than enough
for windburned eyes.
Under cover of darkness,
I wriggled over a shattered wineglass
she cracked to shield the skeletons
in my closet.
My heart lept at a picture,
an image of us,
the concept of looking no further;
for now and ever after.
But her, did I ever love?
The melody of two voices
bears no purpose
as the tale of soft kisses
deludes conspicuous fears;
a fear I’ll embrace.
(© 2022 AC)
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