hand in hand,
fingers crossed playing that promising game,
I look back,
it seems so distant,
yet those days were just mere hours ago,
bloodstains on my minutes,
hazing my seconds into ever-dying grays,
those photographs were perfected,
capturing a moment in time,
but time has hit a warp
and the details are no longer so fine...
carnival love so fresh and bright,
burst beneath my fingertips,
and released are shards of bitterness
as I acknowledge cold rejection,
and try to recover from the free-fall
of a blurred heart
Author notes
2. A Blurred Photograph
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