By Mariah Ghant
Unfortunately, WordPress has shifted the original format of the poem. However, we will be honoring the poem and its intended form through our dedicated instagram post in the month of April for #NationalPoetryMonth.
We have stumbled and fallen into
This nowhere that holds our futures grand,
shaded golden by our lust.
Our beginning lies in foreign lands
by many a nomad and no-man
whose feet stumbled to that bridge.
And we danced in darkened alleyways,
whispering our fears. Just two tangled,
forgetful strangers searching
for a split moment of excitement.
my pillows of pleasure, spill my down
feathers. Here— no, there we sink.
We were young and the taste of sugar
into our lingering cavities
and burned our throats like whiskey.
The night rang through us till it turned to
I can’t wear white and not think of you.
Are we only the miles that
keep us apart or the words that keep
close? My mind has stopped ringing for you
and my words have blurred you out.
Still, I lose daydreams on those cobbled
where I left my you, and you forgot
to call to write to hold on.
But, I will stay foolish and forgive you
becomes the past once more, and we
are reincarnated by our laughter.