Pieces of the Past

She realigns her limbs
Displaying affection for all the world
As if sin was in style
and penetration was for sale
She allows the spotlight to accentuate the mis-steps
Pirouetting her way into the forgotten

Love is an addiction
she can no longer afford
For the price cannot be distinguished by numbers
and letters have been known to betray her
She earmarks the memories
as they slip away

Demonstrating madness
she slams into familiar territory
and finesses the mess before her
Serenading the remains
of this truncated misfortune

Wipe away the unwanted
and get on with it already
Life is for the living
the Lost get left behind