Friday, July 6, 2012

In The End

In The End

I don't know where to begin...
Maybe it is with the same song
that played over and over

as I fell down the crumbling staircase
The memory of your eyes
arms unreaching

from a distance the laughter echoed
rising above the music
slowly fading into the dust

You had chosen the dress that I wore
Tying the laces so tight that with each breath
I was reminded of your mouth on mine

Tracing my body with your fingertips
as if you were drawing me on canvas
never to forget each stroke

and it was my dream where it began
never afraid for you to know
that I loved you

Angela Minard 2012©


Wanda's Wings said...

Love is a beautiful thing.

Truth Ahad said...

Thank you for sharing :)