Oh, that it has come to this This swirling
Re-occurring maelstrom
Of pain and anguish
That relents only when I sink to sleep
Oh, it’s true that I could hardly miss The acid in your eyes when you looked upon my face That face, where months ago You’d dwell in complacent contemplation
How I hate to see you look away
A mask of stony indifference upon your
Beautiful features
Not a hint or clue to what
Dwells beneath
The warmth beneath your liquid eyes
Has dissipated
The life in conversations we held
Is no longer
The howling cry of pain inside my heart
Is growing stronger
It breaks my heart
Truly, it rips at my soul
When I realise that everything
You ever said
You ever did
For me
Has come to nothing and that love I’d cherished will never be
Jose
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