Silent Apology
There it is,
the glassy-eyed stare;
Followed by hours of silence,
nothing left to share.
So very quiet now,
I can hear the light bulbs hum;
Pride shuts down our vocal cords,
but our words are just playing dumb.
Who will outlast who?
For god only knows what prize;
To the victor go the spoils,
It's really just a lie,
No apologies are whispered,
as i gently stroke her face;
forgiveness finally fills our hearts,
yes it's love moving in god''s grace.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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