Wednesday, August 17, 2016

string

Our lives crossed and uncrossed
like pink candyfloss string
that would melt on the tongue
(those sweet fleeting treats)
Bringing cavities back
from when we were young.

With your pulled-toffee eyes
melting, soft, into mine,
and that new-penny smile
(always smile, always smile)
Dear, you spent it too quickly,
forgetting the time.

Cat's cradle cord binding
our fingers together
and ice cream that dripped
from your soul to my soul
on can-telephone wire
(pulling tighter and tighter)
But we'd rust long before
that connection ran cold.

And you hid in the trees
(disregarding my pleas)
as I skipped and I tripped
on those candyfloss strings.
When I reached through the leaves
you were gone, please don't leave.
But you were, and you had
and I'm terribly sad
and I wish you were here
but you untied your string.

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