brushes

 

they pass in the hallway

her shirt brushes his arm

the fragrance of perfume

draws memories out

against their will

 

her eyes seem to say

that he’s lost his charm

though her countenance exudes

a welcoming shout

that sends chills

 

he goes through the day

not wishing her any harm

though he willfully chooses

to embrace doubt

love be still

 

so he’ll choose this life of pain

a cold heart, never warm

he’d almost rather lose

forfeit this bout

passion is chilled

 

he’s had his fill

stepped away from his vow

his ego’s still bruised

her heart’s alarmed

alone she’ll pray

 

This is my submission for the Warrior Poet Circle. The prompt this week was “Lonely.”

Go check out some of the other submissions here.

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About Delton

Dad, husband, drummer, cyclist, writer, poet, and Christ-follower. Right-brained dreamer solving left-brained problems. Trying to relate in new and creative ways. View all posts by Delton

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