Painters tape

Painters tape

A Poem by mel
"

This old apartment

"
flat as the stamp in the book
atop our table covered in garbage bags
painters tape and glasses of milky water
pallets and newspaper
in this lonely quarantine
I'm going to try
just swimming on the edges
of writer's block
petrified to ask myself a few questions
I've had secretly buried
in the stash of lovers past
deep in my heart
the quiet places
I never go
'what if' I ask and I turn away
and go on to the next question
'do we always end
right where we begin'
and if so, in our case
that was a place of no hope
no destiny
with nothing but the end in mind

© 2020 mel


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perhaps you need to daydream through a game of "He said, she said, then he said and they did something simple and nicely memorable - together and without agenda or hidden intent. And then each smiled and just caught their breaths..."

Posted 5 Months Ago


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mel

5 Months Ago

Your review is a poem in itself! Thanks for reading, sharing and reviewing. I appreciate it!

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Added on April 7, 2020
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Tags: quarantine, swimming, petrified, questions, secretly, buried, lovers, past, quiet, hope, destiny, end

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mel
mel

Flint, MI



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