JB Writes Too

Glass half full, Glass half empty 21/05/08

Chalice is the first word that springs
to my mind
I don’t know why
I miss him
my muse
My inspiration
mysterious
whose love lies elsewhere
19th March
was the day
But always
remember remember
the fifth of November
Chalice was the first word
And even now
It springs back into
the centre of my mind
the cloud
behind my eyes
I don’t feel the pain
I used to
From the loss
of someone dear
My suspicions
leading up to the day
always were correct
Maybe he wasn’t sure himself?
That’s why it took him so long
the reveal a truth
Or maybe I am
Just far to trusting