not getting easier

One pair of legs and a tandem bike,

She only moves slightly.

Thinking about better days,

When her partner road behind her.

 

To get a large milkshake,

That he would usually finish.

Now a barely touched cup

Of warm chocolate milk.

 

They would sit on the same park bench,

Kissing as on-goers passed by.

His hand grasping firmly on her thigh,

Now she passes, without casting a second glance.

 

Always walking hand in hand along the path,

Oblivious to the world around them.

Now she walks alone,

Noticing nothing but happy couples.

 

Cherry red lipstick would be reapplied often,

Always getting smeared by his aggressive lips.

Now her lips stained the color,

Never having the chance to caress flesh.

 

To ever touch his flesh at all.

Or ever move easily on that damn tandem bike.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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