He came on home to an empty house
In the early morning chill,
The one he’d left when his blood was up
And he’d bent her to his will.
Harsh words had passed at the very last
When he stormed on out the door,
But now the silence seemed so vast
That his heart dropped to the floor.
There wasn’t a light in the passageway,
There wasn’t a light on the stair,
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: romance