Lying together in
the calm of night
eyes losing focus,
drifting towards
sleep, there was
always one more
thought to speak,
one more kiss to
give. Black hair
shone like ravens'
wings on silken
pillows. At dawn,
I would lead my
army into battle,
never to return.
Now, you turn
your face to smile
at a new love,
holding a black
umbrella over her
pretty blond head.
When we met,
our souls saw
who we were
to one another.
But that was then,
my love.
©Elisa Maria Argiro