Your words
Your words
Your mouth
Your voice
All meld into one
Your words say
It’s not you
It’s me
But your mouth
Your eyes say
You have had enough
And you have found someone else
You expect me to turn up the collar
On my coat
Hide my face
Turn around
And walk away
But our lives are not a running film
Caught in a wild wet dark night
Me soaked to the skin with defeat
Instead I am stock still
In the glare of headlights
Frozen in freeze frame
All my feelings numb
No warm skin to touch
No legs entwined
My heart thumping in my chest
And my breathing soft and shallow
Becomes a series of sighs
Trying to choke back what you said
And my mind shouting NO NO NO
But nights melt into days
And days into weeks
Then I can look at you once more
Tell myself it doesn’t matter
And the old coat torn and tattered
That was us
Has been discarded
Thrown away
And today
Today is a brand new day
And your words are
No longer too much
My body
My mind
No longer sore to the touch
Martin Elder
Fri 5th Aug 2016 23:03
Thanks for your comments guys, much appreciated. It is based on something that happened a long long time ago with a bit of artistic licence thrown in.
cheers