because he spoke unknowing.

Maybe you are right
He read to me, and I loved him
Those words he made me feel,
All of them written
like they were dated within scripture
For another lover in time,to heal
But my heart willing and blinded
Believed that they were mine,
believing that they were real
until you spoke unknowing
and now the pieces are showing
the pain that I buried deep inside
I feel it now it's growing,
like you planted a seed
where once I chopped away the flowers
put away that open vase of red
when I said to you
your words are trapped
and racing around my head
it was you who spoke unknowing
and now the pieces are showing

what happened to you,
my beautiful lady was it anger
you said,

yes I guess it was, it still maybe
his face I long to see,
he died, I dead inside with thee,

so you see now the mess, I confess
this twisted fate in time
he was mine, and I were his heart
until the light went out
alone I stood in sorrow, in the Dark

Maybe I'm not her, that lady in the park
you watched as I fed the birds ,

but it was you who spoke, it was you
your words my soul had heard,

I am still broken, I am still in pain
I can't forget, I hold his empty remains

he's buried deepest inside me, beside me
I survived you see, and he
well he, he died inside of me

he lives in my poetry.

nardine Sanderson 28/08/2015.