The night air howls
as the darkness settles in
with its bluish incandescent light
shimmering against my face
The bed is cold now
sleep comes like a phantom
stirring up the lovely bones
pieces of what was remain
Forever trapped inside
wanting to come out
at the seams
Sitting at the old desk
as I try to make sense
of my state of disarray
a candle burns defiantly
I am not the same
life has lost its luster
the flowers once in bloom
lay dead now in my hands
If I had the words
that would make you stay
so you would know
what was inside
I’d run into your waiting embrace
my lips aching to kiss yours
to hold you and feel the warmth
of your body against mine
And whisper:
“please come home
my love
how I need you so.”
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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