We Wander Knowlingly In The Dark

We feel like strangers,

Roaming in the night,

Landing kisses on the wall,

Narrowly missing each other

Like we’re playing

Pin The Tail On The Donkey.

 

We have terrible aim.

 

We stage a game of telephone,

Twirling the bright red

Pretend cord around our fingers,

Cutting circulation,

Filling in all the words

Lost along the way.

 

We easily find a disconnection.

 

We’re terrible at this game.

Ad lib romance of insecurities,

You to me, Me to you,

Lost in the translations

Of absent-minded doodles

Spread across the pages of an old

Phonebook.

 

Was this where we went wrong?

 

We trace little love notes

Hidden between the ad listings of

Seeking Adventurer and Must Love Books.

Standards, values, beliefs, and emotions,

Shrunken to .5 font

Wedged in sight, out of mind.

Tiny little cracks within the pavement to

Break our backs – and our hearts.

 

Still, we wander knowingly in the dark.

 

 

 

 

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