Reenactment [Poem]

I was sipping sweet sorrow

right through his broken arrow.

Silly thoughts of sometime last January:
We proclaimed our willingness to leave
our lovers in padded karaoke kissing booths–
Then, shared more than a glass or two
behind frosted windows.

I still see him whenever I please,
but his pillow hair is made of dreams.

 

Originally posted on September 28, 2011 @ monochrome jade

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