It's Done

It's done. It's over.
I'm sick and tired of lying
under covers all alone.
The love of my life
left me all too long ago.
The rest has been like snow
that won't stop falling.

I rise. I wake.
I give. They take.
It doesn't seem to matter anymore.
I'm stuck just at that point
where he destroyed our love
by walking out the door.

There's no return.
The skies are bright.
I draw the drapes.
They're leaking light.
As if the sun could
wake me from this trance.

We used to dance.
No reason why.
The moon and stars
winked in the sky.
Shining their great glory
through our eyes.

But now it's done.
It's really over.
Joy is weeping under
cover of the night.
He took to flight.
The light became a shadow.
For we never came
to love that way again...

? Michaelette ?

12/04/04
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