Thoughts & Poetry

Last Days

Long drives to nowhere

Searching for never-ending satisfaction

Phony smiles, pretending to care

Trying so hard to keep this attraction

 

When the sun has set

And the birds have gone to bed

All that’s left is a picture of us

Hanging by a thread

 

Left the car somewhere

We smiled through the pain

Uttering a silent prayer

As we waited for the train

 

“Life’s gonna be better”

That’s what you said

Long train ride to nowhere

That’s when you proposed to wed

 

Then the sun had set

And the birds have all gone to bed

All that’s left was the ring

as I stood up and fled

 

A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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