"Undertow"
She stares at the phone
Lost in thought
She longs for escape
As she touches her hair softly
He is pacing, alone in his hotel room
His mind wanders to the last time
He was lying in bed
Next to her
Instead, the fire has gone out
And they are two ships hanging
Barely on a thread
Caught in the undertow
Somewhere between love and desperation.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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