What’s Missing…

“….it doesn’t always have to be this way…”

Little voice inside my head
sings a song low key
off beat far left of anywhere
slipping from addiction
to obsession
no matter what rolls
in or out with the tide
early morning light
shines ever so brightly
and the truth remains
silent lovers tiptoe
past an open shade
never throwing shadows
on black granite of your grave
tranquil vibrations of an open vein
desire can dismantle
better judgement
left for another day
defenses up
when times get twisted
and decision can’t be made…

I continue to question, what’s missing…?

© 2016 Trilby