Hours Poem by Paloma Castaneda
Hours
They sit in silence now
After an exhausting night of empty words
Mere minutes pass, but they are hours
He feels it fall apart
He feels her slip away
They turn.
For the first time, they look at each other
He is suffocated in her terrible gaze
Suddenly the iris tightens
The bond shatters
Her lie is revealed
Twenty years undone in one moment
He falls, grasps a some reality
She turns.
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4/19/2024 8:24:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sit in silence, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.