The Table's Set

Whispers filter out the scent of delusion the whippoorwills wallow in a waning sun and thoughts are on the run The table's set with mix-matched cups and saucers the best China's soaking in the sink and I can no longer think Blame it on blunders ripping at the seams me not knowing how to sew I see why you had to go Closer I get to the daunting haunts footsteps roam the hall waiting for your call Kisses left along with the weekend breaths sullenly get slower better off for knowing her Emptiness fills the coffers drips from the coffee pot drop will heartache ever stop Pushed in past the chair headed for inequity silenced amongst all the sorrow on the sill still sits her flower and in the dim light I see her beautiful hues shining through