Tuesday, November 28, 2023

Caution (She's Gone)

Eyes be warned
You’re going to watch her go
Out of the warm, into the storm
Time to shade the sight away
 
Tears be warned
You’re going to slowly fall
Out of the glands, into empty hands
Time to issue a big box of tissue
 
Feet be warned
You’re going to take a hike
Out of her life, into strife
Time to reinforce your soul
 
Heart be warned
You’re going to explode
Catching the flak from the attack
Time to schedule surgery
 
Brain be warned
You’re going to disbelieve
Out of your mind, into the grind
Time to address what you repress
 
Bed be warned
You’re going to feel empty
Out of together into forever
Time to stay, never be made
 
Gut be warned
You’re going to get wrenched
No more satisfaction, wretch reaction
Time to regret and get upset
 
Hands be warned
You’re going to be wringing
Clenched in a ball, into the wall
Time to cling, oh wretched ring
 
Arms be warmed
You’re going to be lonely
Out of embracing, now just a-wasting
Time to let go of all you know
 
Lips be warned
You’re going to be drying
What was the finest is merely a minus
Time to be missing what you’ve been kissing
 
Ears be warned
You’re going to sound hollow
Out of sweet harmony into an enemy
Time to tune into an echo
 
By Royce Waxenfelter
11.28.23

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