She hangs her head low

and turns to walk away,

Not wanting you to see

the hurt in her eyes,

with the bitter words you had to say.

What a mess of it all , it seems

Words spoken aloud,

never to be erased.

Actions delivered with dismay.

Unknown bruises of black and blue

cover her heart in scars.

Wanting just to return to sleep,

peaceful in your arms

thoughts astray.

Sweetly, slumbering

forgetting for the moment,

frozen in time,

the bitter words you had to say.

©Lana J Hubbs.