white love


He can't find sleep at night, staring into
bleak darkness, victim of deceit
She dances to her heartbeat, pas des deux
Ce n´était qu´un rêve, Rhythmus in black and white
He touches the rain that falls, thoughts in
hazy petrichor, no pot of gold
She hums songs of old, no color in her voice
no polaroids on her walls
He takes a stroll, sun diving into the horizon
seagulls on the dock
She takes a walk, a cherry blossom from above
ray of light touching her soul
He holds her hand, wipes the tears off her face
he embraces her loving grip
She stumbles and trips, a clumsy angel
she buries him in the sand
Every Friday she falls for him
so he can pick her up
Every Sunday he sleeps in
so she can wake him up

He loved his wife, she loved another

Yet he loves his daughter
and she loves her father

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