maybe So

And the curtains fall


The light from above
Struck off her eyes
Vicious,
Tricking me
Telling me lies
Out poured her words
You didn't try
Let it sit idle
Let it drift by
Soon enough
Years had gone by
All the while the only thing I could find
Comfort
In
Her hand in mine
A tether
Denying the sky
Staying bound
As the night quenched
Still
The light once staark
Midnight
Pitch dark
The light in her eyes
Her hand in mine
Now I can go
And see what I find


Chris McQueeney ©2016not mine