Fini

In the kitchen

Broad light of day

4 days later

The ink wasn't dry

Of course this was just another moment of love on borrow

Smoothing the wrinkles left behind

A band aid on a bruised ego

I'm the salve for burned heart

Irony wears a pretty dress

So many times ears have played fool

Words so eloquently strung in a score

Only later to burn into an apathetic scar

Repeatedly the burden falls

Into no longer quivering arms

No time

Not a single grain of sand will ever again be allocated

The moon is mine alone

Singing me to safety

My secrets tucked away

Interviews turned away

I always did score high on your card, the praises and false understanding

No sutures for a heart left by the side of the road

Now part of the landscape