Kim V. Poetry

When we are together,
The noise fades
Into the background.

I hear nothing,
I see no one.
Only you.

Last year,
I was haunted.

Haunted by
Past indiscretions,
And sins I had
Committed.

This year,
The ghosts whisper your name.

Because they know,
What I know.

Though we are apart,
Only you understand
My ways.

Only you understand
The wars I’ve fought in
My mind.

Only you have drank
From the same cup
Of poison as I have.

And you survived,
Like I did.

We are not practical.
Not perfect.
Not a fairytale.

Our love
Is not always elegant
Or even beautiful.

Ours is a dance,
Between two lost souls
Seeking absolution
In each other’s eyes.

It’s a final tango
With winter winds,
To find the path to
Redemption,
In the Spring.

It’s an ouroboros,
An infinite cycle.

Life,
Death,
Love.

Endless.

©️KVP
Art: “Lovers,” InvaderGirl Art
Prompt:
“Final tango with winter winds”
“Ghosts whisper your name.”
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