Poetry

Sweetheart

Sweetheart trips and falls to the ground
She clutches her ankle and rubs it
And I'm not there to kiss it better

Sweetheart raises up her hands to the people
To find someone in my shoes
And a briefcase connects her head

Sweetheart disappears into unconsciousness
No voices saying to move away
And she fades at the people's feet

Sweetheart is mourning her oblivion
Turning into a blood red puddle
And somewhere somebody screams

Sweetheart is jolted as the driver drives
She tries to think of where she's going
And wonders if it's worth the trouble

Sweetheart attracts much attention
Attention she doesn't really want
And no-one's asked for her choices

Sweetheart goes back to pavement
Back to the cheap and disgusting world
And I'm not there to kiss it better

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