good-bye in the shape of a woman

good-bye

i sit and stare at blank paper
pen at the ready in hand
paper returns my stare blankly
and callously mocks my "command"
command of the words i once treasured
command of my senses too
command of the mind
i can't seem to find
since the day that
i lost you
i lost you
now i am lost
i cannot find my way
forsaken and forgotten
heaven itself turns away
deafening silence surrounds me
and drowns my bootless cries
as the light on the desktop flickers
and the light of your love slowly dies

-- James Sizemore ( November 2004)

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