The dust settles on the sandy street.
A promenade.
Grains of a day, long swept into
dusty opaque history,
where we walked and smiled,
laughed and kissed,
touched the night
and felt it brush our lips.
Felt like forever,
but these slippery dreams
forget those moments missed,
the hurt that persists.
Now those dreams and I cannot co-exist.
That version of me was ripped to bits.
A torn page turned to confetti dust
So, to the one that now exists,
walking out in the poetic wilderness,
words wont form on his dry lips.
Love sits in the deserts of emptiness,
dried out after his last kiss.
Now dusty bits sit where once
happy flowers would reminisce
Eyes closed tight, against this desert night,
The freezing cold welding them tight.
Tears no longer form,
hurt, loss and that feeling
forlorn.
Just become sandstorms.
Shredding everything in sight,
and cold winds
that finish it all off
with a bite.
Eyes coated,
a layer like the earth's crust,
grit, sand and dust.
Itchy reminders of a lost heart
torn from your chest by a wicked hand.
To combust
in the burning sun
A heart you could ill afford to give away,
and still tears won't ever run,
where once loves water flowed.
Devilish transgressions
hidden behind angelic expression
the oasis made
the place seem like heaven,
for that one special day.
Now the desert houses another oasis
Where my thirst, hunger and longing
Are for the one who now resides in
My deep-water dreams.
where everything seems
To fit so much better at the seams,
Where the low light and the sunbeams,
blend into all-new majestic streams
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