Broken Horses

Broken horses
A band of untanned skin 

Wraps around a space for lost lingering ghosts 

Hangers on where only gold memories remain

A succession of forgetting grooves the etchings

A deluge streaming down her cheeks past a point of no return

Broke horses lay like mattresses 

She lost that keepsake long ago

Within minutes love fell but no one came to recover her crying 

A leaving replaced by a foreign lover’s comfort 

To recite a broken love from a past life 

A band of untanned skin wrapped around her finger 

  

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