Reaching Too Far
Across the table cold water and fresh bread
He was hungry but had no appetite for her foul mood
She stood by the window breathing fire
She wanted to scorch his heart and make him suffer
He sat in the shade, broken and lifeless these days
Long after his dreams disappeared into a kaleidoscope
His memory of colors kept him alive on an empty soul
She watched him from the corner of her eye
His lips knew the sound of her name and his hands ached for her
Too old to care that he was dying he was already dead
Fragile threads of reality dangled across his face
He felt as if he was reaching too far
Prayers and incense could not save him now
It was too late to contemplate any kind of forgiveness
She had fled in a desperate mood on Thursday morning
He drank water from the fountain in the square
He leaned against the warm stones and felt at home
Comforted by the nature of his surroundings
Her voice was calling him home again
She had returned after all was said and done
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