Kevin Miller

The memory of her frame haunts him

The times past

Things done and

Words said

Now looking back he can’t quite figure out where he deviated

Where did he turn off

And

Wheres the turn to get back on

His mistakes are too many to count

He doesn’t want her singed into his mind

Haunting him day by day

Reminding him of his shortcomings 

Yet here he lays 

An empty bed

A tortured mind

Another night

Alone with his thoughts

Another night

Played out like a drawn out nightmare

Another night…