What Is Left

Stood there

Glazed with the sweat from the sun beaming down

Brown eyes gliding gently towards mine

The rhythm of your beauty

Sang to me like a record on repeat

 

Your fingers

Dance to my unsteady heartbeat

I notice

A crooked smile

And a happy frown

 

You notice

The beat is slowing down

Turn and glance

Walk away

This beat isn’t enough for you to stay

Reviews

[Zoya]

Much said in these few words​! Nice word-play. I liked this. Keep on writing!