No One To Tell
Searing love does not fade
It simply lies in wait in hollow partitions
Prone to sudden gusts
of breathlessness
These come in waves
Some driving brusque prickles
Others curling unhinged senses
into further disorder
Yet others stirring a cruel blend of
cupidity
and reason
The waves prompt a light-headed
introspection
About confidence in a fractured shell
About love with no one to tell
They commit to change
But winds carry a familiar scent
Songs are about us
And she’s in every silhouette
The scent and songs
swirl around the hollow partition like dreams
Walls are tested
to the point of rapture
And still,
there is no one to tell
Memories merge with the scent and songs
Crafting a cogent immunity to time
Our past is fused
Changing seasons bear credence
to the tenet of hope
But tomorrow hangs on meanings
crammed into last words
Laughter ceases
And searing love seeks deliverance…
But
there is no one to tell
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