Watering the Soul

My tears fill the hole that she left behind
I built it inside my soul, where she was enshrined
My chin sitting upon my chest feeling confined
Fog covers the dark street where I walk resigned

Mutual friends cross the street in advance
Passing with their loud whispers and piercing glance
Looking up from their footfalls and my trance
I wave with a smile under these circumstances

Twisting and turning trying to find the crack
When we talked, it became personal attacks
Things were put aside, that used to be whacked
Watching two people turn each other’s heart black

Stripping new wires to try and connect
Amperage too high, another reject
Nothing left to do with too much to expect
Boarding up the hole and my soul now introspect

©2012 Michael Yost 08/30

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