Couldn't 48

Written by: Autumn Ehrhardt

48.
The lingering halt of half burnt day.
Always the back of the throat tingles
When you are caught at attention.

I want to hide behind real smiles
With sincere silk promises.
I understand love,
I burn with it.

Hey I sit back and pontificate enough
Filled with the heart stuff
Now it should be hard to fantasize
But I shouldn’t isn’t easy.
In fact I didn’t.