Monday, April 20, 2015


Vanishing lifespans of love.
Used to be years and months.
Shortened to holiday weekends
and then in between meals.
Infatuation condensed to
flickering light shutters.
Opening and closing aperture edit
engagement and divorce,
infatuation and amnesia.
lust and disease.

Deja vu is now any previous pause,
fading echoes of endearment,
this lingering glance of a hand,
the cool remains of pillow’s sigh,
a burning veil of lips crinkling
into white smoke,
waning shadows
that linger in the back of eyes.

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