Lips Full of Maroon

By zehaeva, 3 October, 2013

I would make you breakfast sunday mornings
with my lips the color of maroon
I would sing of our love
How we loved
and how we separated
and coming together again

My smile would stretch my face
as you held me from behind
as we swayed together
like my off key song

Four years laying together
enjoying our animation
and the television’s
I knew what a full happiness was

When you found another happiness
not more happiness
not less happiness
but joy none the less
I feel joy as well
knowing that you are
as full as I was

And yes
yes
I am no longer full
and that lets in some sadness
the tears I shed
as I thanked you for sharing with me
your life
and love
were joyful for what you had found
and saddened that I can not share

I must begin anew
but sunday mornings
I still sing for you.