So…I don’t know where this came from. Haven’t written a poem in, like, forever…seriously, since uni I think. Not even sure if this qualifies, it’s more of a random dribbling of words from my mind. It means something and nothing.
He asked me to stay
I told him to go
It’s the end of the world
And the music won’t play
The rhythm has gone
But we’re left holding on
Clinging to shoulders
The dancing all done
Drifting slowly apart
Our fingertips linger
A beat in the air
Returns to the start.