The Words That Hid His Hands
You spun ink on a page
Like a dancer to the stage
And with each word, I was enthralled.
The love from your lips
Slid from your fingertips
You said “I will give you my all”.
Each sentence woke a dream
To me, it seemed
That that our hearts would fit just right.
But mortal words did not last
And with the autumn past
You left me on a winter night.
I re-read each letter
But I felt no better
I was still in your grip.
Your words so kind
Left me struck blind
But the kindness in them left quick.
Your words became a maze
Your loss set me abalze
How dare you just up and leave?
Then I saw the cruel behind the kind
The words your hands hid behind
And as I read I grieved.
From the page burst your hands,
The ghost of my cruel man
Put his arms around my neck.
And by your black fingertips
The breath left my lips
Your words choked me to death.
Poetry by Luke Cable 