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