Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
– Closing Time, by Semisonic
We talk a dark string from twilight to dawn,
one last strand holding onto
just sit there on the wire,
a fat black ellipsis against a cold gray sky.
Day 4 on the PAD over at Poetic Asides.
I love the last stanza. 🙂 Those buggers should start doing something entertaining!
But this is the magic, to me: “We talk a dark string” … It makes me think of homemade can-phones, connected by a “dark string.” And THAT reminds me of would-be sweethearts who live next door to each other, which reminds me of a Taylor Swift video. It also reminds me of Big … which reminds me of Big (from Sex and the City) … which makes me want to cry a little because that was my biggest heartbreak ever, watching him hurt Carrie over and over.