Remembering your face as I
walked away-lifeless, but your
heart had just begun to beat.
At times, I still hear the thumping
slowing down. My mind still
takes me to beginning times-
across different rooms of the house-
different colors, dependent upon
the day, and even your words,
sweet, sweet sounds made me
smile as you stood in front of me,
stared in my eyes and told me
everything that wasn't.
Lies and door knocks at night
from females of no familial relation
to you nor I, my crying
never stopped because
when you give everything and
watch it as it sticks to another
person's sole is bound to pain
you. My love, it doesn't stop, though I
tried to make it. In the midst of him
doing away my worries, I
thought of how he hurt first and
appreciated far after, and right after
I left I felt this sense of assurance
that I had wished for, for long,
here or beside him, today or years from,
he'll always love me more.
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