Amatores to nothing, I’m torn.
Swollen eyes weeping for you,
seeking you out in my dreams.
Darkness falls, screaming out
your name, until my parched
throat refuses to allow a whimper
to come out, pass from my lips.
What can I say if you even bothered
to explain how you forsaken me?
Tell you again how your voice
haunts me even in daylight hours.
Over and over again, I hear you
whisper my name, tell me you love me.
Adore me, wasn’t that the last thing
you told me before you vanished like
a ghost, leaving me chasing after a life.
A life we planned together, don’t I
cross your mind, at all? Have I no
pride to tell you I don’t want you
Is that my answer from you,
a year invested into something
I thought was real? You knew
it didn’t matter what you did,
what you said, I would be waiting
by my phone, wanting you still.
@ donetta sifford 7-11-2013
Written for: http://wovendreamsprompts.wordpress.com/2013/06/30/woven-dreams-prompt-21-whisper/
Lovers to Nothing