Poem: Felt Hours

Walking through old memories
Where the heat of your body
Kept me warm between sheets
Soaked with the sweat
Of our passions intwined 

Laying in a bed grown cold
By your absence here
Alone with my thoughts
About where I could have turned
When you were turning away

Watching your back
Walking away in our silence
Where my pride held
My tongue behind teeth
Clenched in anger

Forgiveness always comes too late
Sorry is meaningless now
No matter how strongly it’s said
And I mean it this time
When no one really cares

Time passes as it always does
Without a care or concern
Even when I can feel it pass
My heart counts the hours
Since your heart changed

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