when the footsteps, so soft, leave no evidence of touch
when the hollow of sleep is fragmented and dispersed
when the quickening membrane releases
when the moments of truth become sarcastic and dry
when coyness shirks to protect itself
when sincerity leaves from the pounding of false
when the purpose of love is forgotten
when the effort culminates a lack
when what is fair no longer applies
when the haze of everyone muddles
where all hope has gone out of their eyes
No comments:
Post a Comment