a haunted wraith, the fey shadow in the doorway.
so much the echo of a beauty
Disappointing Love has siphoned cruelly from, has
muted with lonely time.
she breathes out her weariness
essentials she reluctantly releases
into free being
slouched on numb, hopeful knees in an ageless posture of
defeat;
he's failed in the last of his promises to you.
a struggle, wavering as she gets up
heart pounding fast, loud with the shame of believing
in the fabled strength of a wind-wild, charismatic
man. |