Sundown of Love
In misted evening I feel him still
wrapping me up from the chill.
Tatters of the past sweep by
and vanish into my mind's eye.
Pulling my skin tight around me-
streaming tears till I can't see.
All those sweet phrases he turned.
When he touched me how I burned.
Now the blackness takes my smile;
puts it on a shelf awhile.
Searing pain is mine to own-
heartache like I've never known.
Laughter and joy eludes me now.
Glory of love escaped somehow
Night time skies drawn up with pain.
Painted landscapes returned to plain.
Crossing bridges into day-
so very alone I lose my way.
Stumble along unwillingly.
Seems solitude's my destiny.
written 1/19/2014
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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