Nick Welch

She smiles,
then coyly frowning
pouts denials,
licks her lips too slowly
...

How casual you have been
Unwinding like a thread
Our life.
Then in four simple words
...

He's old now, forgotten.
A distant memory in an age that doesn't care.
He sees the world through one glass eye
That hangs too loosely by a single thread.
...

These are the things you left me.

The click of your heels.
The smell of your hair.
The taste of your lips.
...

What if love is finite.
Could you wake one day
And find it gone.
Exhausted,
...