Our next days are always tomorrow
Clouded eyes, moistened  with sorrow

I run my fingers through your hair
A childlike movement enhanced with care

Our first edition book of love
Lies lifeless a strangled dove

“Bang Bang”

My emotions go like a loaded gun
Your slipping hand to distance run

“Bang Bang”

Vain hope, a strand looks to hang on
But stupid words have enforced your gone

“Bang Bang”

© 2013