His Last Olive Branch Went Up In Flames
His Last Olive Branch Went Up In Flames
he threw the last olive branch into the fire
watching with tears as the symbols, aflame
as the last embers of reconcile with her expire
into ashes of lost hope he knew he was to blame
he could love her till the day he dies, he does
but he knows the tree now is barren of olive branches
with her, as she sees into his sad eyes somebody else's
breaking his heart to see her sidestep to another's dances
he cries at what he had and doesn't have now
like the wind, her, blowing into him, as the sea
cascading waves, exploding into whitecaps that endow
her, as she rides his back onto the sandy beach only to flee
he sadly watched her become smaller in the distance
running, yet looking back at him, mocking his life
yelling words of sadness to him ... of no other chances
yet shaken he didn't want to believe he wanted her as his wife
his broken heart, on a slippery slope, now shrugs
of lost nights with her, lost words, time, coffee and no hugs
connie pachecho
2/8/2017
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