That night you stole nail polish from the back of my mind,
Rain sucked us in
like a gigantic whirlpool of not-being
and we weaved.
Dust landmarked the root of your brows.
Some fourth-dimension force, a thread
to whose gravitation we are defenceless.
We danced to a song of nineteen eighty four.
Nutrition facts plastered your Instagram page full.
We drew circles around the edges of time
lest children should fall, playing some game
in a big field of rye.
August dumped clouds in a bucket of Fall.
You left us
listening to some songs of nineteen-eighty four.
Rain faded but never died.
Wow! Beautifully sad. Thanks for sharing and for visiting my place,
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wow. i love these words
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August dumped clouds in a bucket of Fall.
You left us
listening to some songs of nineteen-eighty four.
Rain faded but never died.:
Loved the whole poem, but these lines in the end are precious.
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