Will the memory separate from mind in the weathering with you?

As I lied on your bed

beside your poetic verse

in an ocean blue 

of satin sheets

I swam in your love

so I thought,

but your poems of expression

filled with sadness

had me drowning.

Just when my love

played on your heart strings

you cut the ties -

scissors in hand.

Funny, the great lengths

we go ...

to walk that mile.

I wondered,

at what length

you chose to break away

and did the knots we made

slow you down ...

in your final decision.

Yes! I was left on centre stage

the curtain closed, alone.

How my love dimmed

on your horizon:

you could only see

as far as you could think.

And so until

the sun shines -

we exist in our own darkness,

broken away

we live each day

as the sights of you leave me

your curves are taken away.

Reviews

[Patricia]

This is pretty good, it gets better and better as I keep reading and the ending was excellent I thought.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your kind words Pat.