Reading the same lines over and over.
Repeating movements of the
For you'd whispered in a willing ear,
and cried an eager
The beauty made me bitter.
The warmth has made me cold.
The
Time and time again my head reaches for the kindness
What exactly was it that attracted me.
I repeat the name,
With every passing day, a tiny portion died.
Silent and emotionless
An autumn storm left eager sentences revolving.
Leaving echoes more than
The movement of water, a trembling soul,
have never expected, but
There's no question mark, in the reproachful beating of the
A shiver, a movement, a heartbeat.
Just one moment separates.
Just one