the ones should be worried about
are not in the present
seducing with their devilish smiles
and their soft, husky voices
the ones leaving their footsteps
in the sands of barren past
unreachable, devoid of closure
are the most dangerous of them all.
it's not the sweet laugh you hear
caressing your lips and your ears
that will hunt and drown you
it's the laugh of yesterday's loss
that will haunt, forevermore.
a loss is a loss, and if it haunts you, it haunts you.