It’s hard to write as
I crawl between your fingers wagging
Aging my way to judgement day
Repentance reeking of self righteousness
Heavy scents of sincerity
You keep sending me notes and epiphanies
Squeezing through doors already sealed
Making your points ethereal
My nemesis, always the witty one
Wagering with my very soul
You are dust, still stirring
From my careless catastrophes
I do confess, I need you less
But please….stay close enough
To haunt me gently
Written for dVerse – “Meeting the Bar with a Letter”. Bjorn is our host.
mishunderstood 