such sweet taste... is a good cry

CHANGEinWAVES

She'll sleep well
with windows open
and tears on her face
cold breeze creeps in
and over the skin

a slide guitar echos
through an empty room
on a chair in the corner
vacant as their married home
awaits a letter to be mailed

thoughts on her mind
envelope the soul
playing to her actions
but with out repercussions
reeking havoc on the nerves

a finger to the lips
says more than the words
which were stalled
by the very same
motion of his hand

deep with in her eyes
is a secret even she has yet
to hold the key to
it was swallowed by a man
with gentle hands and a firm grip

puts the bottle down
licking her lips
tastes one last drop
of a tear that fell
only moments ago