In the aching heart of tormented years
he holds a picture
like scarification of a her face tattooed in his mind
autumn leaves turn to summer rain.
If he could draw her he would with sunshine
a rainbow halo but all he has are charcoal
black like his soul without her
if he could turn the page on his story
he’d move on
but sometimes love is desolation
and there is no consolation.
By Daniel Hooks
AKA Alienpoet on Facebook