will They find the body?
will She care?
I can't get the smell out of my head
The lights dance, faltering
like they did over the shattered glass
no more safety to be found in that battered wreck
but a belt saved me
that last time
the last time
the last goodbye
whispered from a body caressed and battered by the embrace of the cold dark
the Truth in remembering
She cried it as I stumbled out this door this morning
Will she love again tomorrow?
Love the next day and the new day? And the same
foods and music and laughter and love. Will she love?
Do you love?