“I’m leaving.” She said, and, with a rustle of nylon, qualified, “Leaving you.”
Steam from the spout of a kettle, fading like a smile on her lips. These things she left behind.
Same old wrong, long as I live and, never forget.
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Things you remember that you’d rather forget. The rustle of nylon as she uncrossed her legs, taunts me through lonesome nights. I rub my aching eyes to remind myself that I’m not dreaming. And how does that song go again? For all the broken hearts, the willing, and the brave… Things you remember that you wished you’d forgotten...
“I’m leaving.” She said, and, with a rustle of nylon, qualified, “Leaving you.” Steam from the spout of a kettle, fading like a smile on her lips. These things she left behind. Same old wrong, long as I live and, never forget.
Pamela Kennedy
29/10/2021 02:21:19 pm
Sometimes the past won't leave us alone to enjoy our present.
Bill Sells
30/10/2021 12:02:12 am
A cool noir tone, David. Love it!
Sue Clayton
30/10/2021 03:59:30 am
The past always creeps up on us. Sad that we can never forget it.
Doug
1/11/2021 04:39:46 pm
But along with the bad memories come some good ones. Focus on those. I know, easier said than done.
David Milner
4/11/2021 11:03:01 am
Thank you all for comments and thoughts. x Comments are closed.
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