love letters

 
did you watch me fade
in the evening hour disappear
could you taste the emptiness...
in the words, I left you?

my soul wasn't there
it was dancing on someone else's horizon
in my heart I had already left you
did I love you sound hollow
when my lips utter it for the last time?

it bounce between us
and tumbled to the ground
neither one of us wanting to be it
the one holding onto the dead

a love affair that died
when you finally walked away
I took it in my hands pressing it in my diary
where all my dead keepsakes go

pressed and kept fair
a memory of beautiful times
when our love was young

you were so good looking
all the women wanted you
they still do but it's no longer charming

regret is woman bearing my likeness
I look at her in the mirror
and ask her what now?

as I close the book of you
and begin writing a new one

...the book of me