Music takes you away from me
the louder it plays, the further you go
When it ends. . .what then?
You return, content
reeking of smoke, stale sweat
other girl's scent
And I'm at home alone
babies asleep
tears unshed
sleepless in a huge bed
The times you return
are never the same
But you return
eventually
to me
my eager embrace
inspite of an accusatory face
I welcome you
love, relief and now
I can sleep
feel safe
until the next time
you go
and then once again
I'll
grieve
i always am left wondering if you write from where you have lived. It seems you do.
ReplyDeleteAngst is a good place to draw from, but you need to start moving on, eh?
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