Remembrance Dance

he’s sprinting tracks but lungs
are no more the wiser to
bombs beneath his
breath,

then it’s life’s soft collapse,
in pile of lover’s leaves
’til dragged kicking
sleep to death,

so, she launches her farewell
ship through sea of
see-thru waves
from past,

and it’s whispers of his
windswept kiss she
holds up to the
glass.

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/80713018301518246/?lp=true

image: https://davidecapponi.com/2013/07/02/empty-is-the-window-to-my-soul/

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