I.
I'm a car stuck in reverse
because you're in my rear view
mirror.
II.
The merry-go-round
spun until it stopped.
I wondered if it was only merry
while turning and what to
call it when it wasn't.
III.
You're a ghost town
full of people.
IV.
Your phone rings until it doesn't.
My heart breaks at the tone.
V.
Cigarettes, like everything,
turn to ash
in the end.
I'm a car stuck in reverse
because you're in my rear view
mirror.
II.
The merry-go-round
spun until it stopped.
I wondered if it was only merry
while turning and what to
call it when it wasn't.
III.
You're a ghost town
full of people.
IV.
Your phone rings until it doesn't.
My heart breaks at the tone.
V.
Cigarettes, like everything,
turn to ash
in the end.
Sometimes, short poems are SO much better than long poems.
ReplyDelete"Your phone rings until it doesn't.
My heart breaks at the tone."
love love love. Hope you don't mind if I steal? Thanks.
Holy Hannah, I can't stop reading these. Beautiful, seriously, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm listening to "A Thousand Years" by The Piano Guys while reading this.
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't know what to say.
"Your phone rings until it doesn't. " it stops so abruptly and its good
ReplyDeleteYour phone rings until it doesn't.
ReplyDeleteMy heart breaks at the tone.
#stolen
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