Such power you wield
Mesmerized
Hypnotized
Murmur in my ear, fleeting words
I cannot hold them
Ghosts in my head
I try to run, escape
Desperate for the honeyed tones
I call
Touching briefly the place where our lips lingered
You are gone
I know
So am I
Powerful, this one! Well done! I like the way you concluded this piece. Keep writing!!!
ReplyDeleteis gone forever or maybe just out for milk? Love your way with words. ~rick
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, out for milk. I like that, ;p
ReplyDeleteThanks
Ajay, I added the ending as an after thought, glad you liked it. ;D Thanks for the comment.
Sarah Mclachlan asks in one of her songs (Witness), "Is misery made beautiful right before our eyes."
ReplyDeleteIt is.
Bittersweet writing.
Exceptional handling of words..
ReplyDeleteSimple yet powerful..