Roman Candle
Roman Candle
I lost your respect
Soon I felt like your insect
Dodging your repellant.
And your constant inspection.
Once spoon
Fed the
Nourishing
Golden honey
Of your love
Without notice
Left in the cold
With a mighty shove
And without any money.
How could a love
As hot as a
Sparkling Roman candle
Fizzle out to be
As cold and dead
As a frozen pan handler?
You were my
Manna from heaven
Now you’re my bite
Of bitter unleavened bread.
Most days now I
Walk around
As if I’m dead
Without you
In my bed.
How could such
Loving things be said,
When none of them
Could possibly be kept?
Because of you
I’ve
Wept
Wept
And Wept.
Didn’t I at least
Deserve an
Ounce of
Your respect?
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
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