The City called Forgiveness

(A lone voice whispers)

In the deepest of silence

Each night

I walk into my own created Maelstrom

Like a brave Wyatt Earp on Fremont Street

As memories of you return as my tired heart still beats

With a slight shiver running like a young Usain Bolt

Up and down my weary spine

The air always fills with that so familiar pulsating scent

Of CHANEL N°5

As I feel your old presence 

And visually embrace 

All those lingering thoughts and images 

Which come alive

Of everywhere

We once went

Like to Malibu 

Spain or France

And when I look into our old bathroom mirror

I can still see familiar dark eyes looking back

Asking me to dance

Which carries your sweet smile

One heaven sent 

But when those loving  sensations slowly fade

And life winds

Once more blows

More pain 

My way

Like a wild hurricane 

Just know

My crow-haired twin

In my Eternal White Room

I carry you 

Deep inside

Wherever I go

For your husky voice

Always 

Always

Rides and rules

My internal highways 

Like a reborn Gail in a

New Sin City

A place I call now

Forgiveness

When doubt calls

And I feel guilty

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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