The Courtroom

 

 

 

 

So, it's come to this

 

The years shared divulging

 

cravings and innuendoes

 

are but a ghost of intimacy past

 

No more ringing of the doorbell

 

having to respond to, "We got a call in..."

 

No more waking to every creek of the

 

floor

 

No more sleeping in a cold room

 

because you forgot to pay the heat bill

 

No more payphones

 

No more taxicabs

 

No more, "I'm okay"

 

when you raised your right hand

 

on my cover

 

Now, it's my turn...

 

"Do you swear to tell the truth,

 

the whole truth...?

Reviews

[Annette Jay Sweeney]

There is something hauntingly beautiful here. I enjoy that there is spacing, it makes these lines stand out for me. Keep it up!