A dramatized ending,
Lover to a new beginning.
A depression left swimming
By the sands from where I took my souvenir.
A sorrow for a token of my lust,
For the great swooshing power whom I still award my trust.
The dark on the other side
Beams a truth the lovers never could find.
The lovers shared a pizza;
In a gothic building open late.
And that taste was ethereal,
Because the first meal they ate
Was symbolic of that shift.
A shift the world couldn’t miss.
And so, the lovers’ souls were sentenced to an in eternal damnation,
In a realm where they could finally share a kiss.
I asked you, Circus members, to send me words which I will use as inspiration for short poems. Each piece is titled according to the word it was inspired by.