I did not cry
To weep is to admit defeat
and I am still in shock
Restful nights
will become sleepless fights
pillows too fluffed and blankets too tight.
Cooking for love
will turn into fast slop
thrown together, eaten alone.
Lively moments in my car
spent listening to novels
now spent staring at walls.
All men now look like you
None at all similar
No comments:
Post a Comment