I hold you on the dark side of my heart
that secret place that no one else can see,
drifting with the flotsam and the jetsam
well-hidden in the wreckage and debris.
You and I ill-fated from the start–
infecting me like some sort of disease
drawn and quartered, then hung out to dry
so different from the outcome I’d perceived.
Yet when the twilight swallows up the day
in the silent midnights we accrue,
pondering the follies of our youth
in that darkness lives a shred of truth…
hiding there where no one else can see
ever you’ve remained a part of me.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
A sonnet, or "something" like it...
NaPoWriMo 2021
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