Sable picture frames
Are stacked
In a haphazard fashion
Upside down
They peer into the darkness of discarded hope
Lying in their corner
The wine is a deep purple
A pairing
Hopefully perfect
Aromas swallow us
As I serve the roasted pork and sauteed asparagus
Onto our waiting plates
We dance into careful
Cultivated
Conversation
With pensive glances
While framed smiles of her and I suffocate
In the carpet
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A/N:
I borrowed the form from a couple poets I read here on Wattpad, I do not remember who specifically, but if it was you, then thank you - leave a comment.
As for the content, luckily it is fictitious, but you know the worried mind is always branch predicting.
And yes, the poems leading up to this one were purposefully a little less heavy, so as to draw this one out starkly.
Thank you for reading.
-DarthPadre
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