Love,
can be very unfair, a catalyst
for loss, blurred thoughts
in a life of resistance
where denial sits easily.

 

Days pass,
with trying not to think.
Take this out, this seed
of mistake.

 

Everyone makes mistakes,
don't they?

 

Wanted,
no feelings for what may be.
Trying to listen
for the sound of reason,
but loneliness deafens
any protest.

 

Heartache,
clears the road ahead.
Wanting it over and done with.

 

The day is beautiful, calm
and certain all the babies
of the world  point
little fingers..

 

Shame,
blankets the day.

 

Needed,
someone to take by the hand,
make it good, a rescuer
to pretend it didn't happen.

 

The train takes home
a fake
and whatever was left
of love....

is carried away in a plastic bag
like so much rubbish....