She smiles,
then coyly frowning
pouts denials,
licks her lips too slowly
...
How casual you have been
Unwinding like a thread
Our life.
Then in four simple words
...
He's old now, forgotten.
A distant memory in an age that doesn't care.
He sees the world through one glass eye
That hangs too loosely by a single thread.
...
These are the things you left me.
The click of your heels.
The smell of your hair.
The taste of your lips.
...