Sunshine glints through the lace curtains,
gusts sway them back and forth touching my body.
Plumes of dust obscure the roadway in the distance,
haven't see Monty for weeks...on another trip.
I glance to see him standing in the doorway,
white teeth exposes a smirk,
a stubbly beard covers most of his face,
a stranger stands to greet me.
Time and detachment took its toll,
a bitter taste wets my lips,
a scowl on his face rules the moment...
I won't welcome him into my bed,
a wanderer is not worthy of my arms.
My body's grown cold and standoffish...
love and passion idled too long,
no excitements, no yearnings, no sensations,
a poker face don't hide emotions.
There's nothing left to give away...
too many times gone missing...ate all my flames,
stole my attachment, love, senses,
leaving me empty and without a promise.
Nights of lonesomeness, no love, and no spontaneity,
reminds me there's more to life than waiting
for someone who is not ready for a commitment.
Sunshine glints through lace curtains,
gusts sway them back and forth touching my body,
a bunch of vibrant roses cast hues of beauty,
as I wait a second chance at love.
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