Chronicles of a Man Abandoned
Waking up to blinding rays, Clawing at his bedspread, Reminding him of what he lost. He remembered her smile, the curve of ruby red, her kiss, a silky dream, her touch, a brush of porcelain on his nerves. He remembered the way they floated up among the stars. It all ended without warning. She told him, Without any tears in her eyes; "You've been good to me, But my heart's given me something better." She left a scarf on the dresser, red and soft, The one thing she forgot to take with her, The one... Sign in to see full entry.