The Wordsmith

Poetry and Shorts by Brent Allen Bennett

In the Wind

This night, this music fades
away all the distance
and time that has grown
between our hearts. But my
soul knows that this
loneliness will not last forever.
This empty distance will
be cast aside like so
Many cigarette butts
and used condoms swimming
in a sea of futility, killing time
between the days we laugh
and danced, tails twisting
in the wind.

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