Aftermath
the whisper of your words
as they tangle in my hair
the evening slipping away
the passion resting there
the shadows in the room
hidden in your lover's lair
truth on the tip of a tongue
a heart which won't be spared
the morning dawning red
a caution for the sea
a storm is about to come
while you shake yourself free
and as you lay it down
your eyes look through me
my love an apparition
something you don't need
go ahead and turn your back
it's what you always do
how many times I've been here
as we tried to work it through
my heart is once more bleeding
another casuality in your path
another walking wounded
in the hazy aftermath
this time no surrender
when I find you at my door
no white flag or welcome back
this time you lost the war
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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