The day was Sunday It was so bright yet so grey You came into the room like a stranger With wild eyes, it lingered You opened your mouth and spoke So softly as if you'd choke Then came the news so grim You're leaving me, not him The morning it happened You look casually dampened Your loveless glare Made me truly aware Like a dry, withering clove I have lost your love Your touch was stiff Your mind was adrift Your senses were absent And my heart was in fragments Seven years, wasted Seven years, annihilated I would never forget The day your love went away Like a painful, losing bet This day will always stay -K 19 August 2014 Bangkok juicyword@gmail.com Instagram: @kby87
One man's delirium revisited