shadow424

BROKEN HEART

she dances

on the porch

alone,

a single light

touching

graceful arms,

like delicate

ribbons

brushing the air,

searching the space

above

as she glides

over floorboards

of shadows past,

 

the union of,

but now just one,

 

gliding turns,

twirling with flow

a cotton dress,

like the earth

weeping time,

unable to

stop