Been a bit of a while since I've even written a piece of poetry. Short and sweet.
Gravitational Pull
Friendly, but unknown faces stare at me
beneath stocking caps, over the top of coffee cups,
through thick blankets of cigarette smoke
that linger ‘round their stranger heads like ghosts .
But I’ve got my own memory to worry about;
orbiting around me like yesterday’s news
a carbon copy of an overly abundant face.
I can’t pull away from its gravity.
Its greater mass keeps my thoughts imprisoned,
confined inside that smile you always smiled
when we made more than love.
Woodie o5-o7-15
Gravitational Pull
There are softer things to
remember,
kinder places I could go, warmer weather. Friendly, but unknown faces stare at me
beneath stocking caps, over the top of coffee cups,
through thick blankets of cigarette smoke
that linger ‘round their stranger heads like ghosts .
But I’ve got my own memory to worry about;
orbiting around me like yesterday’s news
a carbon copy of an overly abundant face.
I can’t pull away from its gravity.
Its greater mass keeps my thoughts imprisoned,
confined inside that smile you always smiled
when we made more than love.
Woodie o5-o7-15
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