Through those shards of the window glass
Where she used to meet her morning love
In red, green, silly violets snd purples in diamond blues.
Where morning cups of coffees froze till
Their words dried out of silence.
A wind came into light through
The white painted door,
Swaying floralskirts in white and nylon, drinking the
Hot the yellow sun as she walked the dwey lawn.
She never cared in front of others
All left alone, inside a void.
She never cared, he left alone and
All of the sun’s love was in her cup.
In the shards of window glasses
Where the sun bruised it’s shade.
She wore nylon, drank from empty glasses
Danced up in circles and twirled
Till the sun set cold on her shoulder bone
And as the bedsheets set an empty trance
Of a long lost love
Of a long lost lover and her.
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