Holding Patterns
The expectations of yesterday
were too heavy a burden to bear,
and this love buckled under the weight.
All that’s left is the crumbling cement,
found in secret looks of contained longing,
and a flickering electric touch.
Muscle memory keeps us swaying.
This feels sad, but has a certain beauty at the same time. That muscle memory means something. I like the space between lines reflecting the holding pattern as well.
ReplyDeleteThe vivid metaphors work to make this (paradoxically?) very sensual and immediate.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully haunting!!
ReplyDeleteWhat happens when the muscle memory stops?
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