Vacant
I wonder who else I may be lost to.
The stage is lit, the crowd full,
but my struggle is bee-lined to you -
an apocalypse in the middle of
book writing and a girl's night out,
vacant eyes dreaming our moments
against vibrating speakers or
with fingers in mid-air, keyboard
waiting stiffly beneath my fingers.
Voices rattle around my ear drums,
hushed against the silent movie of our
memories - repeat repeated over and over
until one of my friends or the
gentle buzzing of the screen
wordlessly touch the back of my neck,
the stage lights dimming down as I pull
in another tale beneath the folds of my chest,
a gentle smile that cannot climb
to my eyes, mouths the words
"I'm here."
Then the glorious editing suggestions. I like this version too, though it takes out a good line.
Edit:
Vacant
I wonder who else I may be lost to.
apocalypse in the middle of
book writing and a girl's night out,
vacant eyes dreaming our moments
against vibrating speakers or
with fingers in mid-air, keyboard
waiting stiffly beneath my fingers.
Voices rattle around my ear drums,
hushed against our memories -
repeat repeated over and over
until one of my friends or the
gentle buzzing of the screen
wordlessly touch the back of my neck,
lights dimming down as I pull
in another tale beneath the folds of my chest,
a gentle smile that cannot climb
to my eyes, mouths the words
"I'm here."
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