Day: Jul 19, 2021

With nothing left to lose in my pockets

I say goodbye to our white picket fence.

One day you will remember to lock it

Instead of fixing wounds with empty amends.

The road never gives up its sources.

It has been a long time coming, my love.

You warned me about devious forces

But this path seems to fit me like a glove.

When I was longing for some affection,

You said moments can last a long time.

Our tension fell apart like a lost connection,

It started itching like a dirty crime.

So, I took it upon myself to fix the wires.

The winds never agreed with my grand plans.

Now I say goodbye to our forest fires

As guilt and I have the very last dance.

-JW