Spill over

On a cold drizzling night you watched my streaming eyes reveal a thousand concealed secrets…

The dreamy freeze,

A tease to hold me captive

as I watch my passive night mull over you

like parched pedestrian shoes on a wet, rural road.

The countless bickerings

within our silver screen

on a cold drizzling night

when my streaming eyes

revealed a thousand concealed secrets.

This ship and I, careening for so long a time,

Holding out for the future ahead, and then, Poof!

It’s gone like a crumb of bread because we let it spill over.


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