Friday, April 8, 2016

Mime

I woke up with sand in my eye
Funny how it feels
Like a silly tear in my eye
Formed by sadness and despair
By nightmares
By careless
Whispers in the dark

That side of the bed is cold
Still warmer than it had been
While you were here
Impersonating a soul
Your poetic mournful cry
For regrets
Because it made you feel alive

But that silly sand in your eye
Was just enough
To look like a truthful tear in your eye
Feigning sadness and despair
You spoke of Kerouac and Poe
Your perfect soul men
And you.  Masquerading as a mime

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