The old him is no longer hers
The last sight is her, always
Diamond in mind
Cutting day and night
Seeing her in the white

The last ten moons to see
Doors shut, him down on his knee
Ticking time paves the illusions
Over and over

The new her is no longer his
The first sight is now new reprise
Her salty sweetheart
Hungry for love to bite
Seeing him in the black

The last ten suns for peace
Open door, kneeled on both of his knees
Ticking time to walk the conclusions
Over and over

Alexandra Puškárová

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'Every poem has a story to tell'

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