Both of Us Got Away

,,,,,,,,,,~.~.~.~,,,,,,,,,,, if ever i had two hours with you… or three, the vacancy of this quaint café and barren shores would be refilled with the pouring of pink- frosted air on our glass-window’s past; the multitude of disheveled suns ripping arms of surrender; raged midnights ending into carmine mornings; swallowed inches of stars turning into lyrics replayed. and what splendor to infect the whiteness or redness of seasons’ fingers wearing the pains and gains of many a porcelain days. then, to recall the sevens and nines of time’s scalpel cutting our names into crumpled paper: a departure of hearts traveling in different territories. we inched away, not because of lack for vows marked in deepest sands. but… by fate’s desire to cart you in a faraway land, while i.. i burned telephone lines hiding beneath the long distance of regrets… yearning for your comeback instead of stamped letters thousands of miles so removed from alleys where our arms used to walk, we side-tracked along with stooping songs that gently genuflected… if and when we meet again, two or three hours by time's grace, oh the fluttering of a thousand thoughts would not be enough to say you were the trunk that got away, and i was your last rose that lost its stem. all rights reserved © ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, love lost from long distance relationship For Frank Herrera's Contest By: nette onclaud