(A lone voice whispers)
I can still remember
The sad day she said
She didn’t love me anymore
As she threw away my wedding ring in the pond and walked
Right outa our door
That was ten years ago or more
At Christmas
In 2000 and four
I still see her on the streets
But no matter how fast my heart beats
I can still see and feel that lonely dark place
Where broken souls fly
When their hearts are truly broken
And inside
They always quietly cry
She’s asked me many times to take her back
She’ll love me more this time
This time it will be different
But all I see when I look her over
Is Jack
Running his hands through her hair and kissing
Her soft red lips
I maybe broken
Cut deep with a sharp blade forever
But will I go back to her
Never
I’ll just keep walking the path
The brokenhearted take
And maybe I’ll find someone truly special this year
To love all of me and help
To take away this god awful ache
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Foundation of the piece.
Christmas is not all joyful salutations for everyone.
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