Our Sojourning Silhouettes

 

our sojourning silhouettes

 

dancing on the walls

between pastelled flowers

in the softest firelight

 

conjoined under

a single umbrella

tasting fallen vapor

travelling ever onward

 

waiting at the train station

like the old romantics

we thought we were

spiraling into that

cliché abyss

 

and I had to cry

until I could forget

that all I'll ever see

is your silhouette

sojourning somewhere else

The End

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