they pass in the hallway
her shirt brushes his arm
the fragrance of perfume
draws memories out
against their will
her eyes seem to say
that he’s lost his charm
though her countenance exudes
a welcoming shout
that sends chills
he goes through the day
not wishing her any harm
though he willfully chooses
to embrace doubt
love be still
so he’ll choose this life of pain
a cold heart, never warm
he’d almost rather lose
forfeit this bout
passion is chilled
he’s had his fill
stepped away from his vow
his ego’s still bruised
her heart’s alarmed
alone she’ll pray
This is my submission for the Warrior Poet Circle. The prompt this week was “Lonely.”
Go check out some of the other submissions here.
