Bitter Heart
I close my eyes and breathe you in.
You smell like my favorite sin.
No earthly fault can come to you now.
Before me, like a queen, you will bow.
In our refelction is your imposter.
You were my ever loved drifter.
My longing did not wither alone in our tomb.
This place we always called home, my forgotten groom.
You will have not changed in your time away.
And still, for you, my bitterness stays.
No imaginary slight,
For my confessions I lay bare before your sight.
© 2014 Amber Kalkes
