Upon Reflection
I came five minutes too late.
Just five minutes.
The bed was still unmade in your mind,
Soft folds that told no lies.
My eyes saw nothing of the tender scenes
That bowed your head
Tore at the pillowcases
And silenced the words that I never said.
I came five minutes too late.
Just
Five
Minutes.


1 Comments:
For an international hobo, you're pretty good with words!
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