I felt you,
sleeping near to me
though you were gone,
once I awoke
and took with you a broken vow
your faithfulness
just dust and smoke.
The sheets were warm,
they smelled of you
some perfumed shit
that made me choke
on promises that once I knew
I thought I heard
but you misspoke.
The morning calls
I rise
alone
my breakfast gin,
and rum,
with Coke
to start my day
in silhouette
the shadow man
you left for broke.
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Painfully well written Bill. By the way…I LOVE your super hero caped shadow!!
Ha! Thanks, Amy.
It’s very very beautiful, has a quietness that explains the pain so well. i love it
Thank you very much. We are left changed, but not broken. I suppose the meaning of life is to learn to appreciate the changes, irrespective of the cause.