paper-clipped to a pale, drab sky
like sticky-note intentions
that flutter to the ground
It's days like this
to stare at my feet
as they pace the tired pavement
Old promises recalled
that blew away
on the breath of his lips
like dandelion fluff
Memories yellowed
tattered
but still lingering near
about to fall
but still hanging on
like clouds
paper-clipped
to a pale, drab sky.
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