~the Words~ Poem by E Nigma

I ventured kind of far today
I passed a man with words
It's cliché in this irony
But tell me what you heard?

I'm guilty, as she is gone
But I haven't got the nerve
I opened up the door today
She's whistling like a bird

Her scents a sort of ecstasy
Like a harlot bathed in myrrh
Her eyes a sorted mystery
Repeat the sullen words

Recite this little rhapsody
In other words, utter words
Yes, read from what I wrote today
It's collections of what I've heard

The truth revealed in her expression
A crack in pitch a stagnant tempo
Her body quakes like a shaken temple
Those minutes gone, now lost in limbo
A suicide, your worth's left to me as he passed
The note, his words

I added to his masterpiece
Your efforts to try and hide
His reserved goodbye and my desert
Time wont erase those tears you cry
But his gift awoke my nerve