.
there's a time
when poetry dies
when he turns his back
and she hides her tear
there's a time
when words fail
when his heart is closed
and she can't make him hear
there's a time
when there's only fear
when he's out in the night
and she loses his sight
there's a time
when all things
lose meaning..
when she stands
back against the wall
smoking... waiting
for his return
untouched, beautiful. still.
in the light, watching.
passers-by hurry their way
always ahead, they never turn
a look, a smile, a tear, one word.
maybe not even a thought.
there's a time
when memories burn.
when he's gone.
and she's alone.
engraved on the cherry-tree
their love heart
bleeding.
there's a time
like a second
dying
.
(c) D.J., 2005 // view poem on DA