Promises abscond from my lips
like troubled teens,
my words being all I have
in this misery.
At first glance you sway
in love’s current,
dancing shoes tapping the floor
like a child’s nervous twitch.
We dance together awhile
& sadness does not stay,
but waits for us to finish
our jigsaw love
& the joker gets his throne
in the end.
In another life I would chase you,
but for now, you dream & decay
with me.
By Thomas Glover
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