Never ink.
- rjlucking66
- Oct 12, 2023
- 1 min read
Once upon a winter’s day
before
utter evening
descended.
Remembering
clearest mornings
spent
enthralled
intermeddled
with
a fine girl
all
of a fluster.
Dialogues and disputes.
Passions and fashions.
Between us
a lifetime.
And now
in watery light
a betwixt and between
time
of
unsteadiness on stairs
and fear
of
doing
oneself
an injury
on linoleum.
Committing a much-rehearsed
atonement
to
lined paper.
In pencil
never ink.
A cup of tea with my
ill-fashioned companion
is heaven enough.
To make each other
out
a
miracle.
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