A story poem. Husband finds a strange hair in his wife's clothing. What does it mean? |
Now what's this hair, doing here amidst all the stain and tarnished. What's that stare doing there, upon her face I wonder? The sway of life, pulls through time first one way then another. Another life, another breath and false tears from the anchor It matches so, it glistens right Held up into the light It fits it all, just so right Where has she been tonight? Where has she been? Questions through dinner fared about as well as a sidewalk sale drowned out by the rain chilled with November's pain. Won't look back into the light It fits all, just so right Where has she been tonight? What has she done? When has my skin gone numb Why is my world swimming now Where has this gone wrong, I can't hear what you're saying dear. We've known each other for so long This won't hurt now, you promise. I'm not standing as much as falling not standing as much as falling I've said it right, I'll save my tears, tonight is not where I'm staying dear I've said it now shouted loud, the pistol in my hand does my talking I've said it right I'll save my tears tonight's not the night, I'm falling I've said it loud Shouted out Pistol in my hand said it all It matched so well, It fit so right, Every business trip was a hunting night even so, bitter cold How can you miss someone so bold? every now and again I'll be by to visit you my friend a single rose, a single tear for my huntress. |