Could never get over
the look on her face.
The way she might taste
if I could forgive her
a place to waste away with hate.
I dared not, should not, would not
take a breath unlaced.
From the seams so seemingly misplaced
should I, would I, if only erased
the secret keepings I�ve disgraced.
Will I take me there tonight?
A right I�ve hidden from the world, so slight.
If not by morning, tonight.
Tonight.
Take her back and make her fight
for one so bitter, too burdened to play.
What was I left to whisper away?
If not tonight, today.
Today.