Vinyl Collection

A poem

Photo by Ivan Dorofeev on Unsplash

Friday night underneath the stars
Thinning smoke from our ring of fire
The breeze, the sand, the pristine island
A specious little liar in disguise

Soon the wind blows and the tide
Rises and falls along the line
Of our illusive coexistence

And you just spin me like a record
In your vinyl collection
I’m a foolish pawn in your wicked chess game
Disposable and forgettable
Don’t come crawling back and tell me that you need me
Remnants of our past now live
In the attic of my memory

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I wake up, floating in the ocean
Swim away from the devilish current
Make it to the other side
A shore with more than I ever desire