The Intruder

When I see you are there, my heart leaps

But then, I catch the glimpse

In the corner of my eye, a figure moves

She is with you, and I am intruding

I don’t know what to say or do

And I stand there, transfixed

I feel the blood drain

Like an open faucet, flowing

The gentle sway becomes sickening

The creak, turns to a mockery

But, I felt the call the voice protests

It protests, but fades to a whisper

The feeling to come: a betrayal

Of old emotions, connections long severed

But phantom nerves still pulse

And the limb that lies somewhere

Grasps for a hand that will not return

Skin, feels a touch, given to another in-stead

Tears come all the same

One needs not the nerve to feel the pain

Only in private, in the quiet

In the moments of solitude

Memories come and flow

Down my cheeks, again