Longing for her when the song was new, now a distant memory. Writer's Cramp 7/9
|life flashing: low battery
like a love fool,
when it was a new cardigans song,
warm, pulsing rhythms
by vexing songstress, a vision.
my heart boils over for
a stew that warms your soul.
but the lyrics scatter in my mind,
chasing words and musical notations,
inscribed on long forgotten sheets,
stains on an empty heart.
too much wind in the street
to chase them down, find
I lack skill to revitalize melody.
how I wish for
a new cardigans song
like a love fool running out
into that storm to retrieve her, but
too much wind in the street.
20 lines, free verse
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