Journal 6

See how the sun set and so early in the day.

Love, I have seen you with a new face

How too much of you can spew to hate

How the hate puts on a masking tape

You know but you don’t know till it gets late

And your face resurface; all the hate is fake.

When you need the contact but you get space

Tears become the coming and parting grace

You cried so you hated but that’s fate

You cry when you lose and that phase

Brings you back to your last state:

Knowing that you loved but he is passed — late!