Hush now, hush ...
we've done nothing wrong ...
It was only this ...
only that we must bring
to each other
whatever sweetness we have
for our affair is to be
such a short thing ...
over no sooner than it takes
the flame of a match
to ignite and disappear.
There, there ...
lay your head on my breast
if you must weep ...
do not fret, darling
it was the only thing of beauty
I had to offer
and I wanted so badly
for you to be happy.
Shhhh ....
hush now ... hush ...
And one night
I stood on tip-toe
waving my goodbye
not knowing
my heart was about to spill
all over the place
where he
would never
walk again.
Copyright Esther Luttrell 2010
