The Stain

Inside the book;  it stares at me,

hurting knowingly the left-

overs of love, it knew

what I could not

that you were

not coming back,

and that all that was

left was the indelible stain

you made, in moments of pain

like me it will stay, going nowhere.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s