Poem – Page 57 – A (wise) man of two faces

Karma

Silver-tongued liar,
you weave a pretty story
and tie your own noose.

What you learn
will return
like a friend, indeed,
in a moment of need
to give you what you yearn.

Please give me a chance,
I will repay your faith with
iron loyalty.

My tears have dried up
and the monster I’ve become
cannot cry for you.

Can you understand the horror
Of shouting into a night
That returns nothing
Not even your own words.

Lance the emotions…
Anger, sorrow, grief, regret –
Let the wounds scar clean.

A song cuts through silence
while warm tears thaw grief.
The words, “I love you,” save
with steadfast belief.

I miss you each day
but your love remains with me
and it makes me strong.

You sigh and shimmy
closer to me in the night.
You’re warm by morning.

I watch the smile on your face
rise like the sun with a trace
of fire rumbling in your eyes
which let me easily surmise
all of your grace.