Quiet Affair

I left quietly;

my heart was already out the door,

but my hands,

my hands would not move away

from the sheets still warm with love;

the air lived

with a soft trace of vanilla smoke

drifting out the window

to the empty streets of June,

where first we met at random chance;

how one smile

would take from me the future

I had foreseen

like the cycle of the moon

turned darkness to light, and back again;

I left early,

my footsteps light on the carpet of roses;

the sound so different

in the halls empty of sound and soul;

empathy cannot explain this betrayal;

all fizzles out;

not in hatred follow the days,

not in woe,

not in any of our earthly feelings;

simply close the door to your treason.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

In the halls of empty souls reside the house unavoidable memories...Excellent...:)....................