of love and loss, a plaintive plea.
she thinks her song does no damage;
but my heart is on a roll–flips a page.
her notes highlight the emptiness.
the demon beside me laughs in jest.
it’s been awhile, since my soul has felt;
a hammering thunderbolt is dealt.
the realization of a forgotten ache;
for the hidden truth keeps me awake.
a need is felt for another’s soothing voice;
but love is still a fearful choice.