Writing by some fabric lined frames

July 15th, 2018 - Written at the Bistro by the Bijou

There are some fabrics we use to frame

Fragile glass panes

While players, unnamed

Talk time, moments, and mimes

What’s theirs, who’s mine and how these mornings pass by

It’s Summer now

And although the names have exchanged

From lover to lover

My brother’s remain

Blood shared and blood spilt

It’s upon these tenets that our family is built

No true love truly leaves no traces

Leonard knew that too.

I think he just lent a reassuring hand to this family

For when they might feel bent or blue