LetdownsA Poem by 4ammonologues
Always, the day disappears somehow.
My long thread of recollections grows translucent, gradually telescoping away from me with a muffled whirr. I would seize it, and hand it to you wound tightly onto a spool, if I could. I made my last wish by a sprawling ocean somewhere, my skin tinted and pearly under an almost full moon, thoughts hushed by a pointed sense of defeat The boy next to me sat measuring time by smoking cigarette after cigarette, each five-minute increment billowing with tension, interrupted by the occasional flare of a shooting star. He waited for the silence - - that crashing quiet unique to unrequited feelings to unfurl, to stop folding over and onto itself. and I wished for you to catch a glimpse of this scene or examine it closely (the way you would watch the wispy strokes of my hand create a chiaroscuro world on paper), so that you could see how beautiful and backwards it all was. © 2011 4ammonologuesReviews
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