Dipping in unison, we layered moments, molding equal halves. You stretched, each time deforming my perfect pattern. Failing to embrace a new whole, I severed the wick between us, a mismatched pair of tapers – I fade in the breeze where you glow.
Dipping in unison, we layered moments, molding equal halves. You stretched, each time deforming my perfect pattern. Failing to embrace a new whole, I severed the wick between us, a mismatched pair of tapers – I fade in the breeze where you glow.
April 7, 2016 at 10:22 am
This makes me so sad. It was told sooo well, though!
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April 7, 2016 at 8:11 pm
A very interesting (and sad) metaphor.
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April 7, 2016 at 9:03 pm
I liked “a mismatched pair of tapers.”
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April 8, 2016 at 1:50 am
A still life in words.
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April 11, 2016 at 2:17 pm
“I fade in the breeze where you glow” so few words and yet so strong an image.
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