The Ferris Wheel
One last carnival ride...
By Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Image by jplenio from Pixabay
you liked the chase—I thought I knew that best—
but it didn't matter as much back then
when I knew your each wayward east and west,
hoping you'd never find new love again.
*
at July's carnival you liked the rides—
the Tilt-a-Whirl, the Sizzler, the Zipper—
but my love was the Ferris wheel's spin-tides
like they were Cinderella's glass slipper.
*
the fairy tale was mine ever to lose—
since you'd be gone back off away to school—
but I loved being, living, in your shoes
because you were another story's fuel.
*
the wheel was not one of fortune's light touch,
but yours was a name I would ever clutch.
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About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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