Rhyme Time

You push rewind? I hit erase. The chagrin involved, ain’t worth the taste. You are the moon? Well, I’m the sun. This earth has moved, your night is done. Forget me not? Gotta notice first. Your scribbles on paper? Guess I’ve seen worse. Stick to your craft, I’ll stick to mine. At least we know,…

Alone.

bodies bumping, pressed together by brutal cold, sardines flapping in a tin can. fingers flying, faces illuminated in the LED glow of a screen. hot breath, fogging the windows, as we try to warm the chill between us. so close together yet always alone. ____________________________ Thanks for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth