Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereWaking in the wet spot
Where we once lay
Leaking memories of love
This cold unforgiving history
Here once was laughter
Of kisses tears and lies
I try to try to remember
That irony is the comedy that cries
We danced our dances bravely
Sometimes it seemed like flight
Folded up like love letters
Together against the night
Crying in sheets
Once wrapped in us
Replacements coiled
Between folded legs
Propped up drop leaves
Left behind in piles
Loads of dirty laundry
Wash away made up smiles
We read our lines like troopers
Regardless of the scene
Lay all our asides aside
Unsure of what they mean
These tender remainders
Cold left overs of passion
Fragrant fruit punch lines
A little too true in the nowing
Here once was wonder
Inbetween stopgap gaps
As I recall it all in all
Irony is tragedy that laughs
Now we’re bowed and curtain called
And pay it all no nevermind
The mirror holds faces we’ve erased
We leave our old costumes behind
At times it seemed
I built a ladder to the moon
Foolish dreams of a clown
For a short while I held her
Yet when she whiled and waned
So far I fell back down
There are some really lovely images in your poem, like "folded up like love letters." It has a lot of insight, and I enjoyed reading it. I find your poetry a very welcome addition here. :)