In The Mourning
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Death did its part, shock and denial offered their condolences: time, it passes too. Beneath a star-spangled ceiling, counting beliefs and misfortunes as sheep, waiting for sleep to take hold, my mind flashes neon forget-me-nots, signs of Elvis and vows taken. Taken they were, in all but a moment, time enough to empty the chamber. The chips, they did fall — sound with the jingle-jangle of spent shell casings. Remnants of carnations linger sickening-sweet, like cotton candy on sticky fingers in the summer’s heat. Memory’s ghost hugs my curves like a fitted sheet, a second skin, while whispering soft-nothings: promises made.
“If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.”
― Ernest Hemingway
Tango With Lions – “In a Bar”