Poem by James Wadman
Incandescent like the course of lovers intertwined,
We were stoic, eclipsed by the night’s open sky
Beneath these hearts ruptured and loss left behind,
We’ve forgotten what it means to just get by.
I promised a poem for this week, so here it is: Distractions. I’ve reworded this poem at least a dozen times, and I think I finally found the way the words are supposed to fit together. This poem reflects a storyline told in other short poems, particularly the whole story, part I and first untitled.