Cloud, like a smudge on the sky
high above Trieste, Italy.
Cloud, when you kissed me goodbye
in own my mind, taking over me.
Thick clouds of steam, as my eyes
tear up – Ah,
how they stream of goodbye! How they
smudge my mascara.
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Written for dVerse
Today Mish is hosting Quadrille, where we write poems of exactly 44 words. Today’s prompt word is ‘smudge.’ I am still feeling inspired by Trieste, so I imagined a couple parting after a whirlwind love affair, back in the days of steam travel. I imagine there would be smudges aplenty!
The photo is of a clock in the interior of Trieste Centrale station.