Old Lovers

Old lovers; dying to see each other
Lovers; dying to see each other
Dying to see each other
Dying to see
Dying;

[leaving that corner...
misshapened, chilled, hollow]

And all I could muster was
It was a good dream
It was good to dream
It was good to dream with you
It was good with you
It was good
It wasn't good dying
It wasn't good dying with you
It wasn't all a dream
It wasn't all
It was

[And I fell,
into the hollowed heart
you left behind]
And dreamt saying
goodbye

worn concrete on a beach where water wore away edges of once sharp form
“What Fred Found” JETodd

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