Slow Erosion

Each tear

each hurt

each neglection

add too many

barricading

no longer do I wonder

time is mine own

apparent

you have made

lack of desire

to be with

unless

on terms you dictate.

Times you demand

without thought

consideration

gentle soul

caring heart

flayed

grated

blown

dust motes

dance through air

only beauty

coming from

what once was

golden dreams…..

love

lasting.

Fool I was.

Kiss good bye…..

the best

you could have had

ever would have had

watch my ass

see the finger

take a hike

get out of my life

and don’t let the door

hit ya on the way out.

©Aug. 31/20

Picture is my own