One petal led to another

One petal lead to another

then down a river flowed

pieces of dreams as emotions

swelled then faded fast.

I should have known

it would not last.

Nights such as this one

offers time to create

moments wasted dwelling

where nothing lived nor loved.

How nice it would be

to empty the trash

flip the lid open

dispose of lingering ghosts

the broken promises at last.

Tonight when sleep captures

what is left of my being

I’ll have a love affair with life

wake in the morning

get on with my life.

burn baby burn

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