Fourteenth
I used to be a façade
Only inches away from entropy
But at such randomness and without delve
You who once was an instance
Became the love of of my non-spectated existence
Nimble and fierce
The ride went in rippled and dribbled
But in me was that stillness and bond
Then I know it was real with no folly or fond
The future unbeknownst
Yet in reality we are facing it head on
Fate lucid and life constantly in retrospect
We are still here; may it be weeping or joyful
Time on end, we are still here draped in tulle
This our so called FOURTEENTH
Not wishing on extravagance or less of a whirlwind
But only longing for our demons reconciled
It’s a milestone for you but a dream come true for me
And of all my battles, you’re the only who ought me to be free.
Copyright © Yvette Dignos | Year Posted 2021
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