What Stays between Us Is Shared by Many | A Poem by John Patrick Robbins

As the tide casts its goodbyes, 

We stayed far beyond our limits.

Relations and empty hours.

The salt in the air and nothing stayed left behind.

Now our truths bear a simple mention as you now see.

The red sunset and the distance from the shore are but markers of our time.

We are dead in every sense and still within this theater of thought.

We can't last a day when we can't even get away from this scene.

Anything can appear more when your story's backdrop holds more beauty than truth.

We played the king and pressed the pawn.

Even a mirage and a razor gleam the same within the confines of the mind.

I took you away.
You simply sent me in another direction all the same.

This dance is best left with its cast kept a mystery amongst the few.

I will see you sometime, kid.
In the lies cast upon salt-laced winds.

Some things we are better suited to forget.

John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet who's work has appeared in Red Fez , Horror Sleaze Trash , Spill The Words , The Blue Pepper, Inbetween Hangover's,  Your One Phone Call , Ramingos Porch , The Outlaw Poetry Network. His Words are always a hundred percent Unfiltered.