.
I found the tremble
of a broken day
remembering the allure
of our gold
in bands of love.
How quickly our denim
faded as we raced beyond
our sunset with
building blocks
of light and joy
while brass sunflowers
forgot to wilt
as they tarnished
each finger held close.
I am but a memory
of your magnetism
brushed and dented
in the hollow
of our forsaken
touch.
© Pamela A. Lamppa
June 18 2019
All rights reserved
I found the tremble
of a broken day
remembering the allure
of our gold
in bands of love.
How quickly our denim
faded as we raced beyond
our sunset with
building blocks
of light and joy
while brass sunflowers
forgot to wilt
as they tarnished
each finger held close.
I am but a memory
of your magnetism
brushed and dented
in the hollow
of our forsaken
touch.
© Pamela A. Lamppa
June 18 2019
All rights reserved
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