Please just one more
For the road
One more verse
One line
One word.
One more memory
Re-lived
One more sorrow
One more gift.
Just one more,
Then pack away
I cannot draw my eyes away
From pictures
Painted by your pen
Of sorrows caused by wayward men.
One more
(I tell myself)
Is fine
Be satisfied by words devine
But once again I am entranced
By gentle movements of your dance.
One more
One more
It has to be
Surely this one
Sets me free?
But one more didn’t
Make me smile
Even though I stayed a while
For in those final words I read
Were all the things I’d learned to dread.
One more knife into my heart
One more dulling of my spark
One more twist and then I die
One more painful, sad goodbye.