Spilled ink – Page 33 – A (wise) man of two faces

Stuck in the ruts

You’re so goddamn smart,
but what of your heart?
Will you deny that the scars
that were on both of ours
were what drove us apart?

Sitting in the dark,
and the candle’s almost out.
Help isn’t coming.

I know that you care,
I know that you’re “there”,
but don’t silence my voice;
don’t take away my choice.
Don’t you dare.

All the lights burned out.
I stepped out under the sky
beneath the moonlight.

What is the value
to be found in a single
ordinary day?

A call out of the blue
saying, “I miss you,”
gave me quite the start,
and shook up my heart –
What should I do?

A glass of red wine
flavored with fruit and coffee
and dark chocolate.

Lovers,
hands embracing
what God gave each of them.
Teeth and tongues hungrily demand,
“More. More!”

A good book finished
with its message delivered
restless pages still.

How long must I wait
for a sign of better days?
How long must I wait?