Washed-Out
Recall that feeling,
Like the first sip of coffee in the morning.
Certainly it's fading away now.
Not the good kind of fade, like a sunset.
More like a pale quilt,
Or a washed-out picture.
Just the memory of a laugh.
An empty bottle of Coke,
Left by the side of the road.
Awaiting the inevitable smash,
Glass versus concrete and rubber.
(NaPoWriMo 9)
Like the first sip of coffee in the morning.
Certainly it's fading away now.
Not the good kind of fade, like a sunset.
More like a pale quilt,
Or a washed-out picture.
Just the memory of a laugh.
An empty bottle of Coke,
Left by the side of the road.
Awaiting the inevitable smash,
Glass versus concrete and rubber.
(NaPoWriMo 9)
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