I remember the kiss

That started the fire

That burnt so deep inside.

 

How you held me

Close in your arms,

As you wove a pattern

Of deception,

Burying my heart

In a mire of lies..

 

I remember the seconds

Pounding by in my mind,

As I cursed time

Anticipating

Your return.

 

While I washed my face

Trying to erase

The canyons

My tears had burned.

 

"I will see you in the morning,"

You said,

As you

Descended the stairs.

 

While I swam

In a pool

Of agony;

Waiting

For the time

When once again

You would be there.

 

The minutes,

The hours

Spiraled by;

As balls of fire

Erupted from my eyes.

 

Then I slept

For the first time

In what seemed to be

An eternity.

 

Knowing soon

You would return

To set me free

From this

Excruciating pain.

 

Waiting

Patiently,

For the morning

That never came.

 

The Morning That Never Came

Copyright 2001

By Jeff Benda

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