The moon watched me
courting an undeserving again….
Responsibility no longer seemed a burden
One phone call,
and with no questions, I had to
March back there…
Moonlight faltered against the crisp hospital bed
Tracing a face yellowed like an autumn leaf
Room no: 432…. recorded every movement.
The question was to take, a leap of faith,
Or remain guarded for well…
The echoes rubbed in deep… the chase began
One step front, two steps behind;
Two steps front, another four steps behind
The cycle continued…
Debris from the link between you and me
Hadn’t left much behind… yet
The noise of death was overpowering…
I had to cut the walls of hatred!
The balance weighed
I reached out to fold the beat of your heart
within my heart clasped your hands;
And, this filled each one of the open wounds
-a beautiful end.
Done for Susan's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2016/08/poets-united-midweek-motif-conquest.html