You Never Knew the Words

I am left with the shadows of your memories ~the whispers of our past
  In subtle shades of grey they weave their sad, silent song
 In places where you no longer belong


 The journal of our memories have weakened and yellowed with age
  from tears that fell upon each forgotten page
 A story created with a weak, wilted love that ended all too soon


 Our walk took a different turn on a lonely, craggy road
  when you sold your soul to the world for nickels and dimes
 Your love was like a dying ember ~ never a burning fire
  with ashes of regret that fill my days


 The words of love's passion you never knew ~ never learned
  You never let me into your heart...
 The taste of true devotion you could not embrace
  leaving my poor heart jaundiced, so unsatisfied...
 so in need of healing and truth


 It left my spirit feeling like dried, desiccated clay 
  on the desert’s hot, dehydrated floor
 with my soul seeping into the hard baked earth in layers of wretchedness...
  layers that will remain even after, scarring my soul
 leaving my weakened spirit wanting to pull down it’s shade
  Forgotten - left alone, like a candle in the wind…
 like a lone feather with love bleeding from it's quill ~
  fluttering aimlessly in the breeze

Copyright © Anne P. Murray | Year Posted 2013

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