~
Pulling the drapes,
closing the world off,
grays of morning dust
hidden behind truths
find me this day
knowing my own sorrow tastes of bitter apple
fallen from a stately tree I once stood beneath
on sunny days
breathing in the spring
cooling shade touching
my shoulders…shrugged now,
what’s the use
staring in every direction along smoke stained walls
finding a faded square where your picture once hung
nail holes in this nightmare
lonely as a table for one
offering mis-matched silverware,
a tarnished candlestick,
in cracked glass reachings
you were here once, I still feel your fingerprints
upon the soft walls of my heart…where I pushed you away
dark shadows approach
of my known shape
in singular motions
draining me of hope,
missing what I knew
my ear against the door I listen for your smile
as only silence calls to me from an empty hallway
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
~
Pulling the drapes,
closing the world off,
grays of morning dust
hidden behind truths
find me this day
knowing my own sorrow tastes of bitter apple
fallen from a stately tree I once stood beneath
on sunny days
breathing in the spring
cooling shade touching
my shoulders…shrugged now,
what’s the use
staring in every direction along smoke stained walls
finding a faded square where your picture once hung
nail holes in this nightmare
lonely as a table for one
offering mis-matched silverware,
a tarnished candlestick,
in cracked glass reachings
you were here once, I still feel your fingerprints
upon the soft walls of my heart…where I pushed you away
dark shadows approach
of my known shape
in singular motions
draining me of hope,
missing what I knew
my ear against the door I listen for your smile
as only silence calls to me from an empty hallway
