Her eyes locked on someone else,
His words flow and her heart melts,
Lost I brood as arms flail,
Touching lips the final nail.
Downward gaze a downward spiral,
Downward hope is down right viral,
Scuffling feet rape my sight,
‘Til a passing glimmer of chance light.
Head tilts up and falls elsewhere,
Her close friend a dancing dare,
More from waste than from spite
We kiss away the collapsing night.
Bustling sounds and the crowd’s roar,
Fading memories from before,
But flickering doubt blunts this thrill,
As it whispers “what of my will?”
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