A Thousand Times

We met up in the hallway my fear landed on your lips. Trembling in thoughts shifting from your eyes that told me we were done. Molasses words suffocated young tongues those hands so soft, so warm so distant. In this scene this final act your scent erased any thoughts before. A Half-hearted smile as leaves scattered so many opposites to the carnation in your hair. And in those tail lights those bloody globes a thousand times over regret would never replace the loss. (click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)