"waterwork" poems
Goodbye becomes an uneasy token of grief
when love fades then walks out the door;
it's very sad to realize love's been too brief,
working at it has become a chore,
it is not worth it anymore.
The attic holds a memory of severe pain
shelved remains an engagement ring;
I can't fathom how a love for me you did feign
that I was merely a Spring fling,
I know I cannot trust you again
you made my tears fall like rain.
Held faceless against spare sunlight graying shadow
being invisible to you,
I had foolishly basked in your smile and although
a foreboding came into view ...
apologies cannot make love grow,
sacrifices ... I will forego.
Past the little details that tend to resurface
I try to go about my day;
my heart breaks whenever I think of our first kiss
waterwork woes are on display,
that is when our together I miss,
O, Lord! Why do I reminisce?
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC