Linger

Patience is the key,
to what door it opens
cannot be foreseen.

Mystery lines the curtains,
faces are torn from portraits,
the smell of liquor lingers in
the candlelit walls and the
temptation of exposed skin
waits at the end of the hall.

She makes it difficult
to connect,
and even harder
to forget.

– B.

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