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quiet and still
i waited
and watched
your wings
outspread
and beating
against
the wind
flying faster
and farther
from where
i still stand

to this very
moment

i'm waiting
and watching
listening
for the sound
of your
wings
beating
only for
me
I saw her then,
twisted broken upon the glen.
The holder of the softest kiss,
the one that causes hearts last fatal twist.

Still I hold the silken scarf,
that soaked in blood of the aftermath.
The red the soul,
To a lifeless doll.

One last kiss upon cold lips,
This time without our unfelt scripts,
No words for a moment,
Just a husbands atonement

Waiting for the curtain drop,
Waiting for this scene to stop.
Begging for the end to come,
but act one is the end for only one.

The missing kiss was not the sin,
that bought me heavy and to my shins,
I left you alone unloved without direction,
and so you died lonely with acted affection.
Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
that I was
alone.

— The End —