Never Again
Depression seeps through my soul
How can I write when my heart’s such a droll?
Can a set of fancy words truly make him appear?
Alas, it is never meeting him again I fear
Would he not gaze at my verse in surprise?
Would he not see it pour through my eyes?
In tears I ponder upon his reaction
Every line a bittersweet satisfaction
I care not for evenness; I care not for whim,
I care not for dead words, only for him
Often when such words escape my mind,
I try to see him in them, but he’s too hard to find
In truth, I see less of my heartfelt rhymes
As the clock striking seven heavenly chimes
Pictures race in my frivolous head
I see his green eyes; I hear the things he has said
‘Never Again’ are the words I now cry
And my heart knows those words never die
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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