He Calls Him Baby...

When did I become so blind?

Deaf to their exchanges of endearment, so natural, so simple

as though having been smitten

yet hiding to keep it's secret their own

like a memory - an album of travels - spent in romantic Venice

all the while, I claw at my self worth, questioning our

untouched slumbering

tears on my pillow - back to each other

damned in longing, lost to wonder

 

tonight, in the twilight of the happiest place on earth

i hear his adoration

he calls him baby

and i name myself a corpse of denial

my heart scorched in Hades

having lived my life to please you

returning to me only

LIES.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

thanks for sharing this...we often use this medium to vent, to cry, to signal the pain, which you've done well...you've got the flow, a steady hand on the words, the expanse of being to garner your tears and say, i'm here, i felt this...

now that that nightmare is (hopefully) over, you've got the sunshine (or, whatever) of this fine day...