Red wine resides where your tongue
Once held its kingdom.
Dead words rest between my lips
Wondering if you will ever
Witness their escape.
How blind was I?
Passed on reality
For a faded dream.
Without welcome,
Regret has crossed the doorway
That I know your feet will never grace.
Night drives and crumpled sheets
Echo across my eyes while I sleep
And I can only wait.
There is hope in my fingers
And a pleading in my voice,
Though I refuse to let it show.
So the bottle slowly empties
And I welcome regret in
With hesitant arms.
8.31.07 / 12.22am