The Brother's Sister & Me
- Pat Torres
- Mar 30, 2020
- 1 min read
Rolling eye
and tepid smiles.
The road to you
is long, not flat.
I've got burdens on my shoulders
and regrets on my back.
Thinking of you
late at night.
A street puddle shuffles,
cars the stroll on by.
Floating in the distance
I see your face.
Your perfume is lit,
it ignites, it flattens my eyes.
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