Let me write you a poem
For one more
Before we turn the lights out
And leave this candlelit room
Where our eyes first
Gazed at each other,
Our mouths forming into wide smiles,
Belching into laughter.
Could it be
We only did exist
In the corner of my eye,
Like a fleeting shadow
Rested against the vine,
Or could it be
Our stories
Never did exist
Except upon a daydream
Alive in the fragmented
Memories of your
Unfulfilled desires.
It was chance that brought us together;
Choice, to stay through and through,
And decision, to part despite of it all.
~07.08.21
The Lefthanded Project 