In the kitchen where
we used to
dance-
you played the songs that
changed my
heart.
It wasn’t reckless happenstance
It was our time
you played your part.
I played mine too
but now you’re
gone-
And I’m left here to
Rattle on.
My heart still holds onto the tunes,
The afternoons,
the coffee spoons,
In the Kitchen where
We used to
Dance-
You played the songs that
Got me through.
Though it may not
seem so at first
glance-
I pray I’ve done the same
for You.
I think of days
just the best are yours
and when in the emptiness
of the nights without
the heart wants
Cannot, forget
when I think of your face
an ache feeds my pain
amazing, Green eyes twice
and three shades
missing,
your smile, never fading
remains, constant,
two shades,.. maybe,
I think, of the lies
and truths, mine hurt
light hits me,
a realization, and shame
on me, on the the way,
things are wronged
the fights,
right or half wrong...
the way her name
and the hurt
and what remains
is like a scar on the soul
I cant deny how she creates
an aching need
there is no control
i try, i do, i lose
I tried it all
maybe inside
i dont want to forget you.
The days,
And just the best were yours.