Tear stained pillows and empty beds
that's the way it always ends , murmured
things said in hate and despite never will the
emptiness go away.
The rose once fresh and new , is now
withered and dieing no hope of a better
tomorrow as the bed is slowly emptied
when the there feet hit the floor hating how the
day will start.
Pictures shattered , glass cuts there feet
as they walk from the bedroom as memories
flood there mind making them see shadows
on the wall from a past that was not so far away.
The minds eye seems so evil in its intent as
a shallow sigh and light breath feel the house followed
by echo's that should have never been made to begin with,
Tea is poured as the the empty spot beside them is no longer
filled with a warm hug or kiss to the cheek.
they sit at the table with there head leaned back in the chair
as they picture kisses on there neck by a fire while being
held in another's arm's , drowning themselves in sorrow
they let hate replace the love .
Ahead on the table as tears fall once more
pictures of a hand from behind holding them ,
warm kisses on the neck and warn breath caressing the skin
its all gone now.