Another Holiday

I see you there
within that place
that you still think of
as your home

pretending all is right
within this night
of separation
convinced that all the lies you tell
upon the morrow will be well

yet still
that feeling building
there inside of you
will tell a tale more true
than intellect or fantasy
can fathom

and neither will
nor intellect
can e'er defend
this course that sends
you down a path
of other's making

while that chill
that leaves you shaking
will remain
until the pain
of each untruth
comes to the light
that shines so bright
in loving eyes . . .


Copyright© 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
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