The Book Beside the Bed (5/22/16)

The book was still beside your bed,
The songs were still inside my head,
The words combined, both heard and said,
Promises of what lie ahead.
Then all was dashed that fateful night,
I climbed your stairs for some insight,
Instead was ordered from your sight,
Forced out for some imagined slight.
Tears were blinding as they fell,
And no one there with which to tell,
Wanting only to scream and yell,
There was no ending, no farewell.
That is how it stands to this day,
Books and songs never go away,
The words are there but they betray,
Left with nothing more to say.

TLA 4/25/11-5/22/16