Out Of Play-Pretend Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
Out Of Play-Pretend
Borrowed time
seemed as significant
as perfume sprayed
on the palm of my hand.
Is the end near?
But I don’t think
I’m frightened;
the cars sped by for tomorrow.
Define falling out and behind
the chimes ring within,
they sound kind
but I feel a subtle hurt.
Waiting to divide
the piano piece we made,
say you’re going to die;
I’m just out of play-pretend.
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