Glory Days

Your lipstick stain left an imprint on my heart

And while it fades with time, it’ll stay a work of art

And even though I can’t name the exact scent of your perfume,

I’ll forever associate the smell with you

I’ve never seen a ghost until you left me

Now my reflection seems hollow and translucent,

It’s depth stolen and lost

A shell of myself, you left me gutted and shallow,

Searching for a superficial fix to find the spirit you’d left with

And yet in this moment, as I write the story of us,

I witness a history of events, pressed into a kaleidoscope

Each circling the others, racing around my head,

Red like your lips and pink like my cheeks,

Flushed and jumbled like this piece

Chaotic but glorious,

Like you and me.

And I don’t want to remember us any other way.

Published March 25, 2021

Edited by Sarah Wilenzick ~ Graphics created by Jess Moerman

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