Sunday, November 9
























Delete

The conversations have been moved to trash
and the assertions that erred me apathetic
to any more more words of revival,
are now, out to haunt me no more

Where'd you go?
Why'd I never know?

What I'd done and

what'd that have meant to know?

The distances that earlier prolonged the joy
have now numbed me into sleep
and turning over the pages,
the old pictures
no longer make me weep

The closed door
that never slammed in my face
that last phone call
that parted our ways
and the last sight
before your entity disfigured
from my gaze

Where it hurt and where it ached
the feeling of emoting
I lost the bitterness of distaste

Goodbye, so long
It's hard to part
wish you begin to
live at once
once again

if there were things
we shared, closer
than the ones
that made us part

I'd live believing
hopelessness never did us in
We walk alongside ever day
even if the roads bend
while we cast away onto
inward shores...

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