Chain of Waste
If there were two and one was you
in a place where we could love - in lieu.
A time when we were all but fools,
when core and shell both broke the rules
As pain and comfort worked their way,
and life concealed it's shock, dismay!
As flow and ebb filled up the day
to lighten the load so we could stay.
I wish we did not fit together
like bull with horn and bird with feather.
Your heart did change much like the weather,
as I was bound by love - my tether!
So when the chain of waste was broken
and you left me with words unspoken.
The burn was from the fire smokin'!
A tender scar was left, “your token”.
Copyright © Erin Hughes | Year Posted 2005
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