Head in his hands, he sat at the bar;
a little while back, she’d come with her car
to take her things and all that she had
left there before things went bad.
He wondered, now what would he do?
If you were there, he’d ask you too.
And there he sat, till light went dark,
alone and cold, without a spark.
The lady feared that she had rushed,
for in her heart in tones quite hushed
she heard her lover’s softened beat
as she collapsed from head to feet.
The next day came, the sun was bright,
birds were out, serenading light.
Old love kissed, that knew the dark,
embracing all stops along the arc.
© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.
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Hi 🙂
I am so happy to share with you, that I have nominated you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Congratulations!
Please click on the link http://mysteriouslyquiet.wordpress.com/2013/02/01/left-speechless/ , to accept your award and check out the rules.
Well deserved!!
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Thanks for nominating me, and I’m happy you like my work but I respectfully decline acceptance – the terms are rather onerous and lend themselves to a chain-letter like feel.
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Lovely Marlon, thank you!
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Thanks Susan
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