The other shoe falls


Lying on my back, on my bed, in the warm miasma of this summer day,
Light filtered through trees playing across my cracked window frame,
The soft smell of chaparral takes me back to a cabin in the sierras
When the world was still magic. In that cabin, in that bed,
She lies next to me sighing softly, her hand on my back like so many times
We made love by the creek, water rushing cold and disinterested, not caring to linger
Or intrude in the solace of that moment.
Remembering those love filled days when everything was right,
A tear stealthily sneaks out of my left eye
And once again I hear her broken voice begging me to tell her
?ust kidding?I wasn?ars streaming down her face,
She cries brutally, wracked with sobs that shake her soul,
And I stand like a stone, to bear the waves of her crashing sadness.
I want to stop saying the things that hurt her so, but I just can?>And the torrent of harsh words flows endlessly from my numb lips,
Each word like a dagger to her already wounded psyche.
At that moment it seemed like the right thing to do?But now, lying on my back, on my bed, with no-one at my side,
And nothing but the ghost of one who loved me completely
With nothing asked in return,
I wonder if I chose the right path
Take my soul and fold it up,
Save it for a rainy day.
Keep it on a shelf to look at,
if you cant remember my face.
Hold it close to your ,
if you long to feel my warmth.
If you miss my warm breath
on the back of your neck as we slept,
Put in on your pillow.
But if ever you find it collecting dust,
and your mind forgets to care,
Tear it up and throw it away
But dont forget to cry.