The day you caught the train
The net curtains float lace patterns
projected on magnolia,
thin sunlight warms our bed covers,
white cotton wrapped as loin cloth, †
tight against smooth skin. †
The mornings bore runs busy in the street, †
scaling walls to chatter at our window. †
Your shape slides beneath my hand,
warmth sighs as I dip deeper
and you check your watch again.
I save a wasted frame,
a rotting petal pressed between memories. †
The bartender wants my glass, †
no final drop to sip from you, †
Your tongue has tripped, the veil let slip.
This day you will leave, and me; †
packing for the journey I can't take.
A could never be, lovers embrace
belies the two who will wake,
something we buried in this place.
Written by Razzerleaf
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