Ibbs, Edith A., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
Everything disappears — clouds, obsessions, alchemists. Leaving sweetens as it cuts. I watch as you pull on that tattered jacket, Passing from my life like a stray cat, So kiss me now as the lie I told you Evaporates like dew.
Everything disappears. Clinging postpones the inevitable, but lingering can’t disguise the turning point. I get antsy. Push off. Ta ta. See ya!
Everything disappears — Candles, back rubs, bourbon. Lackadaisical or uptight, I loosen my grasp. Passion becomes memory.
Everything disappears, carried off by the old “what-comes-next?” lightening the box of yarns I carry away. I wanted you to stay — didn’t I?
Everything disappears. Concentrate and you can feel it. Light — and gone.
Laughing now because we thought it was done. It’s not — we’re woven and undone through passion, and when you were gone, I missed the flame so much, I ached without you. May the pain eva...
This was beautiful and I felt many emotions woven in the lines.
So nice to feel that actually everything disappears. It is a play of time which takes us as characters and we play our stories. New morning new play with new characters.
