Crumpled,
It lies on the floor.
Discarded.
Black and lifeless.
A reminder of passions lost
Empty,
Devoid of life.
Taunting,
Beckoning my gaze.
A shrine of sorts
Memories,
Rise from the pile
Fabric,
Soft and fragrant.
A memento to a perfect night
Experience,
The first kiss.
Games,
Nothing serious.
Unexpected, feelings and thoughts
Striking,
Out of the blue.
Unrequited.
One night, one love.
Sorrow donated to unwanted charities
Created,
As one night, one stand.
Dreams,
Extravagant and unseen.
Crumpled, they lay on the floor
Shattered,
I lie on the floor.
Acerbic
Dawn responses,
And a naked exodus.
Memoirs,
Carved into every stitch.
Wrinkled,
The unrelenting chronicler,
Left abandoned, its story repeating
Crumpled,
It lies on the floor.
Redundant,
This keepsake.
A reminder of passions lost
© Bernard J Rossi
My Lover's Clovers
2 years ago
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