Stark like Chandler

She came in out of the night like a bullet
Grazing the chin. I almost missed her
Yet the wound had struck. I was bleeding
Before she had even uttered a word.

But not to be one underestimated
I drowned her in kisses of smoke
Only for her to float up in the air.
I lost her till she let down her hand.

Our love was shadows chasing each other
Down black and white alleyways.

Our love was rear windows and binoculars.
High speed car chases and bullet holes.

Our love ended with a disappearance.
Not a to be continued.

But whispers tell it’s not really over.
But whispers are known to lie too.



Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-11-25 at 14:22

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