I'll leave you here
each time you come to me.
The words on the page
reliving a haunting memory.
Each verse speaks
of all the pieces you left
scattered on the floor,
shattered, broken...undressed
Every word pronounced,
laid upon this page,
is another vision closed
while heart and soul will a rage
Single syllables combined
to form your being.
Sounds solely derived
to give hell a meaning.
Letters one by one
drifting an escape.
Each time you come to me
becomes a moment erased.
© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015
3/30 skipped the prompt today. Conversation with a genuinely beautiful soul inspired my thinking so much more.
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