It’s hard to know, how our love died
I look and try, to see your side
Accepting fault, for losing you
Is something that, is hard to do
Why are you still, packing your clothes
Wait here’s the ring, I give, propose
I see your tears, please see mine too
Just hear me out, don’t say we’re through
As you walk out, guilt rushes in
Down the porch stairs, regret begins
Fingers press at, your car window
Falling face down, as I follow
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/1
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Sounds painful, Michael. I hope it isn’t true!
Thanks Charles. Not a literal event. smiles…
it is a sad piece, well said though, how it shows it takes two, no matter how badly one wants it, it takes two 😦
Thanks, yes it does.
Wonderful imagery of a sad event. This piece has a nice rhythm to it as well.
bittersweet and beautiful,
Thanks for sharing.
wearing their shoes is the best way to know them,
fabulous perspecitve shared.
beautiful and moving…
men do weep for real, right?
Real men cry. smiles…