Did you
Forsake the husband & forget the ring?
Turn your eyes to a summer fling?
The impossible bling of glitter, not gold,
flung into the eyes of stories untold?
It is you, was you, who lost the sound
of mysteries untold & treasure unfound,
did you
hear me whisper on the cusp of the universe?
No rehearsal on this stage,
all empty, one filled with rage and sad songs,
Longing for commitment
but staying only for the intermittent company,
so fake and fragile,
that agile thing
who turns the eyes to a summer fling,
forsaking the husband & forgetting the ring...
that agile thing
of infidelity.
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