©Covering Dreams And Asking No Favors

I bit, almost lost, my tongue

from biting worries and

finding you two mouthfuls

passed deleted scenes, scenes

which would have lead to a

happy ending. You were

lost between eclipses of

pain tied around my finger

to remind me how to feel

when memories begin to

stray too far from reality.

The stars were charged for

all the broken hearts

they have unwittingly

collected over the

centuries instead of being

thanked for all of the

dreams they provided.

As often as the night

blanketed the trees, we

asked no favors but

prayed to the God our

sins would be covered.

Thoughts I chained

unlocked the door to that

day I tried to avoid.

Your jeans had holes

in the center seams

and all of my bottled

dreams had cracks;

but it was the silences

between the seconds of

our heartbeats that

told the story of how

we played the game
and I became the victim.

Mimi Wolske

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