Tuesday has rolled around again so it is time for another piece of poetic diversion.
I used to kiss those lips that now only say “Good morning”
Those hands that once touched me, held mine, and made me feel alive
When she left everything changed
Those lips stopped kissing, hands stopped touching
Our eyes meet but don’t look at me the way the used to
Cold, dark, nothing where there once was passion and fire, burning
Lips forced into a small smile
No more want, need, talk of grand adventures, embraces in the dark
What did she tell you?
What did I say, do?…
Your enduring presence like a specter, a ghost upon my heart
Took a chance only to be spurned
What can I say, do, now?