Just a Draft

Linger for a little while with me
In this space between
Sick and sentimental

Coughing up old habits
Like searching for daylight in darkness
And stars in a city night

Is it toxic tenderness
Or wistful nostalgia
That keeps these crossed out names
In the corners of an untold story

Last chapter’s pages
Turned
Tainted
Twisted
Crumpled in my hands