The Cold Shoulder
Has time affected the way you look at me?
The way you read me?
It’s been a thousand hours since I’ve said
That you’re still within my thoughts
But, it seems you’ve chosen to keep your horizon
Without my smile in your clouds
If I visited your detrimental scars more often,
Would you value me again?
Would I be worthy of a recycled syllable
A preposition, undone
A hyphenated gesture
Telling my worth
Through congregated verb
That I could still be your sun
My tears are unfiltered apologies
Because the breaths of time
Have become wrapped in escapisms’ tongue
I hoped for your warming laughter
Upon my return
But, the sangre of your silent mo(u)rning
Has delivered the message
That you will not be by my side
So, I will simply slow dance with the metaphor of you.
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2016