Shining True

Whispers filter out the scent of delusion
the whippoorwills wallow in a waning sun
and thoughts are on the run

The table's set with mix-matched cups and saucers
the best China's soaking in the sink
and I can no longer think

Blame it on blunders ripping at the seams
me not knowing how to sew
I see why you had to go

Closer I get to the daunting haunts
footsteps roam the hall
waiting for your call

Kisses left along with the weekend
breaths sullenly get slower
better off for even knowing her

Emptiness fill the coffers
drips from the coffee pot drop
will heartache ever stop

Pushed in past the chair headed for inequity
silenced amongst all the sorrow
on the sill still sits her flower

and in the dim light I see
her beautiful hues
shining true