She came home in disarray.
Her skirt was ripped, her
blue eyes gray. She was
weeping. She spoke of rape.
He didn't believe her claim.
He suspected infidelity.
He vanished on a wave,
left their love in a grave.
And now he navigates
uncharted seas.
No matter her pleas,
he could not believe.
She has been defiled
and then abandoned.
She grieves.
She grieves.
Oh to be abandoned
in her time of need,
his love was but
masqueraded greed
to feed his need
but truth does,
come out in waves
as she becomes
memories slave.
In shadowed motion
we see her fade
eclipsed by her pain.
an empty spring when birds won't sing
but my shadow and me
with summer time blues
humming reeling in the years
as the years caught up with me
and I couldn't run no more.