Waltzers

Five in the morning, eyes
Closed to the frail dawn,
Stop caring.
Stop caring.

We collected stars like bottle tops
Flipping in the smoky air.

Waltzers.
Held up by barrels and wooden planks;
Your wrist against mine,
Legs clamped together.
Laughter spins with us,
As insubstantial as sugar.

You plant riddles like seeds of doubt.
Never stop caring.

The end. Stumbling,
Eyes
That refuse to co-operate
With feet
And unexpected
Circumstances.
Eyes that have lost you.

We have stopped spinning
But the world has the same day
On repeat.

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