that shimmering day

i lay in bed staring at the
ceiling fan, swirling and
whirling my life away
into infinite pieces,
waiting for sleep to come
and bring me glimpses
of you
reflected in a mirror ball
spinning in time with my
heartbeat

that shimmering day,
the soft wet kiss,
you walked off across the
parking lot
and I waited and watched,
but you were so confident
in me
you never looked back,
… that was the last time
I saw you

until you started coming
to me sparkling in the
deep of the night

— GB

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