A knock...
On my door
is closed to midnight
a candle light,
dinner still sitting there.
On a cold,
winter night tears
ask for permission
to dream,
often, guilty presumption
penetrates my soul.
In out of body experience
floating right next to strange
body caressing your lips.
A fearful breeze
approaching my window,
breath in deeply,
As I open the door
and confront
my worst fear,
strange solitude
began to undress
my broken heart.
As night falls
contemplating
my perdicaments
her face comes
back to me,
like it was
yesterday.
Encounters derailing
my emotions, easily
pondering upon
a worthless escape,
I sit motionless
on the edge of cliff
Crying....
Relentlessly....
Rony Joseph
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