Tales from the Bartender

The Final Petal

The days of counting are finally over,
The endless nights of pain and wondering are gone,
For the last petal has been plucked from its place,

The passion has been putout by all the waiting,
No longer am I the virile man that I once was,
Nor am I the young lad that first fell in love with you,

I have grown cold and indifferent to your presence,
Your touch no longer fills me with bliss,
And your kiss now tastes like love's bitter ashes,

The laughter that once echoed has now been replaced with silence,
I cannot find myself smiling for my muse is now dead to me,
So I now hide within a mask full of lies and excuses,

I must have been blinded with my love that I did not see,
That while my eyes where on her, her eyes were on another,
Only a fool could have gone on this long without giving up,

I sat and gritted my teeth but I did not say a word,
For I feared that I might lose you if I spoke out,
Now I am truly mute for my voice died with you,

I no longer dream of you for I find myself without sleep,
The nights stretch on to eternity, without you to send me to rest,
The dawn has also lost its purpose for its light is now spent,

Whether she loved me or she loved me not, no longer matters,
I spent a lifetime loving only her and that is enough,
The final petal has been pulled from its roots and it is now time to forget,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 5:08 AM