Passing By

He holds your face in his hands

While he brushes your hair to the side.

His bare chest becomes a place to rest

Oh how sweet you think this place could be.

But this morning, you awaken and it's only you in that bed.

So you calling, your hands shaking, your mind thinking why is he not picking?

And it dawns on you that he is passing by.

You think of the endless nights he comforts you, but he was passing by.

All of those days, he was passing by.

All that of time, he was passing by.

What about all those words? He was passing by.

So don’t get it wrong, he was just a fraud,

Who mocked your naive soul. And now he’s all gone but you still clasp your mouth with your hands as if in shock. Ladybird, he was just an eagle that flew. He did what he was taught to do.

Shame on you! And also him. But mostly you. You wasted half your life, and gained a wrinkle every time he showed you what he was like.

Don’t be shallow Sharon and stop wallowing in your nightgown, replaying the nights over and over again

*yawn* that was me, bored.

Sincerely, the swan he also passed by. 😘