Corner

I stood there looking inward toward my room. I thought of everything. I thought of Ember.

He stood on the glamor of a promise.
What he remembered from his time with her was uncomprable.
Nothing in his life for ages had given him that warmth.
She became his sun.

She lay away, in a house with Another Man.
Where she frames herself with smiles and beauty.
Posing infront of crowds with prying eyes.
She holds her tongue, hides her face,
and will never stay around to listen.

But she comes with Promises
That are murky from facts well stated.
Promises of love, and ever after.
That make her soul open up.
My wounds would heal, and my eyes
would grow sharp.
My breath would return and I'd be happy.
Content.

Now 2 days later, the hours of the day, will tell me she'll never come. Never.