The Argument

The late night dancing raindrops shimmer
In headlights, as in the cold
We yearn for the warmth of a crackling fire.

Words fly, and the fire
Of pent-up frustrations shimmer
In tears of a love grown cold.

Though piercing words stream cold
And sharp, they fuel a fire,
Through memories that are but a distant shimmer,

And we discover a shimmer of cold love reawakening in fire.

      

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12 thoughts on “The Argument

  1. I can tell you’re growing comfortable in this form. The repeating of words feels natural here and your line breaks add to your meaning. I agree that you delivered a wallop of a last line. Nice job!

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