Untitled Relationship Poem #9

Cold
wet
grey days
those are the ones to rip me back
to peel the barely formed scar
rent once more
furrows in my heart.
I remember cool fall evenings
held in your arms
warmth derived
from love
passion
desire.
Tears escape
trail over gauntness
pallor
unhealthy
soul searing disgust.
I remember long conversations
of learning
of truth
of deception
of strength
of weakness
you swore you would always care
I could count on that.
Forever and anon.
Funny how your forever and anon
lasted only as long as it took for you to find sweeter lips
than mine own.
April 8/19