Three-thirty Blues 16June2012
Every day, without fail
In the cavity that used to house my heart
The searing pain flickers
To a dull, pulsing ache.
Quite the unwelcome guest, she is
The mid-day sadness is here again
She's made herself at home
In my blue shade, sits with me awhile.
Heart-shaped lips trembling madly
With no reason to be seen
Pretty eyes willing back tears
I've grown weary of brushing away.
But I can still feel. And I do.
I can still feel.
I'd rather breathe.