Thursday, 4 December 2014

Spectre

No one speaks eager 
while we recite the vows.
We overstated the scenario.

This occasion will hang in our thoughts
Like the chandelier illuminating
An imaginary dance floor
Where we once danced
And spontaneous applause rang out.

Now, no one speaks eager 
They dance here instead -
And no one speaks ill of the dead.

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