Am I standing here
Watching you die
Seeing our life
Drain from your eyes
Catching the glint
Of light on the knife
One final twist-
We can call it a night-

What is the truth
Without any lie
Or if it stays hidden
And never sees light?
And how true is love
That can’t speak its mind
That you point and lay blame
At my door, that’s fine-

Are we standing here now
Face to face, eye to eye
And calling it match
On this, our last night?
The blood on the floor
It’s not yours or mine
It is Ours, it is Love’s
And we’re letting it die.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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