Word of the Day Challenge #83-Untitled Poem

In midnight’s waning gloom
eyes watch
fingers touch
strength drawn from her beauty
watching the slow rise and fall
as she dreams
a smile upon her lips.
You wonder
is it you that she is dreaming of?
You that is making her smile?
Or
in her dreams
is she turning to another
to soothe the bitter ache of rejection?
You know come the dawn’s break
dusky pinks
painted mauves
dotting early morning canvas
waking to blue bird laughter
this rustic peace
this life you have wanted
is about to be torn asunder.
Gaze upon serene face
innocent so in slumber
take a picture in your mind
for soon it will be broken.
So many words unspoken
time managed to slip away
you saw her falling
deeper and deeper
needed to drive a wedge in.
No matter what you say
no matter how much you deny
she will see the truth of it
even as you say
good-bye.
©Jan. 24/20
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