what I read from your kiss
each day when you get home
and the look of your eyes
and your shoulders looking
defeated...
She is my wife
my friend the one friend I refused
to let go
the one whose absence makes me feel as dead...
those lips,the kiss,I drink,are chilled
not fevered like the first days...of our love life...
what have they done,was it about me
did you see him again,one you knew in your childhood days...
what had he said this time...
I say nothing.I hold you closely.I only pray you stay.I am stronger than this...just stay, you hear.It was my heart speaking, for me, for us.
©jad
J