Shuddering

Thick air, tangible silence

Flicks of dust getting warmer

Shuddering, forcing a breath in

As breathing became violence

Out of time and space

He seeks a trace

Of an old perfume

Of a cold perfume

That adds beauty to the soft skin

Skin of a ghost well known

The old companion of night and dawn

"Welcome mortal to the world of no sin"

Aching head, empty bed

Stains of coffee and tar

A scent of cheap cigar

And a heart that is almost dead

Ticks the clock wrong

Breaking the sounds of the heartbeat

Time, only time we can't defeat

As the sighs have turned into a song

Where did we go wrong

Why now we fit but don't belong

It takes us now to what end

No more a lover no longer a friend

Is this the end of what had no start

The pain of toothache in a heart

Words we twist and bend

Nobel feelings we defend

All have went in vain

All of joy and pain

In a cold room on a steal chair

No longer this place is haven

Author's Note

Reviews are welcome

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad journey in the poem. Sometime two people separate and can't find the place they started. I like the flow of description leading to the lonely ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote