Love is a losing game
The strained chords of my aching heart
Squeak and groan the unintelligible words
Of some begging protest
Against being left alone
Too late
The strings of our history
Once divinely braided, got tangled
In too much busyness, a mess of confusion
Reaching over and taking from each other
Tightening the knots of a frustration
We’d eventually have to cut
To be free from
And so I lost you
Cutting too deep, too far,
Too much
Our once beautiful flower
Wilted, petals falling away
From my shaking hands
Spilled tears
Blinded with grief
I walk into the morning sun without you
The new day tearing into my face
With its cold tongue
And ignorant sympathies
Love is a losing game.
©05.08.2017
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