Darling you knew this day would come

you signed your conviction on my sleeve

when you met my gaze and held it

Don’t look at me like that

I was nothing but honest with you

that night beneath the moon

when I said you would not be the last I ever loved

Now what is there left to do 

when the words you put in my mouth

are returned bloodsoaked

and sharp

tasting of smoke

and bitter memory

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If you want to hear poetry from some Denver poets you can find episodes of my show, The Poets, over at thepoets.co

Cheers!

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