a perfect promise
I didn’t expect this empty space
to be this warm
the quiet space where heartbeats
keep time with thoughts
that never rhyme
I remember you telling me
to keep the door shut
but I never did figure out why
or exactly what was out there
you didn’t want to be seen
I can’t see much light
passing through your ageless eyes
once dashing but now
hopeless like a waning moon
casting half-lies
while forgetfulness lurks
truth stalks along the outer edges
promising a perfect distraction
while washing youthfulness away
march two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Oh dear. How innocuous words seem when written and read, yet how moving when felt.
thank you for saying so, means so much to me….
lovely
thank you, Melanie!
Very expressive. I ❤ it !
thank you very much!