She left him in an auspice of desire;
Her name slips
too loosely off his lips.
Walls of hope
That morning lingers long and pale.
For pretense, a table of breakfast set.
They dine on memories
Love and regret.
Eyes – dusk covered struggling – forget.
– tableware cracked, some chipped someone broke.
two are thinking yet neither one spoke.
Ding of a fork
a tine hits a plate.
Visages cool –
harder than slate.
What would mean more, he’ll never know-
She needs him to lean in- kiss her lip bow.
Love never made it past the first birth,
a pretense of marriage is all
that it’s worth.
The D word never dare flood her mind.
A mask of serenity
She’s wears for all time.
He walks in a footfall
Too little or late
To revive a true love
Her heart couldn’t wait.
© Janelle Gregory 2013