Empty Containers
Pictures of you and me
Smiling falsely into silicon and sand
Two empty containers can be
Hopelessly contented and blaringly bland
The big eye caught us straight
And lied to those who see.
Time for us may labor and wait
But autumn may never be
The link between us is growing
The fissure enlarges too.
Words and feelings glowing
Concern for me and you
Future may cease my heart-sweat
Graves may close my pains
For now it’s truly a sure-bet
Drama in lovers’ lanes
Copyright © Andy Chunn | Year Posted 2021
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