See how it all returns. Circling vultures.
Grief like a dull blade hacking.
Rend ourselves apart. Dingy heartbreaks.
Delicate stringency of stale perfume.
Dead kisses. Final whimpers of regret.
Quicksilver of light turns to sheets of lead.
Gunmetal pall falls across the bed.
Whispered passion breaks against life.
Night sighs succumb to bleak morning.
Time to turn the page to emptiness.
Gray days of walking away. Lonely streets.
You know this will all happen again,
men full of anger and women of pain.
Where do you walk to when you walk away?
You walk out of yesterday into today.

mce