she says that my face <br />is the last she sees <br />before sleep takes her, <br />and she cannot sleep <br />without it. <br /> <br />but I know that <br />there are other faces <br />that float above <br />her eyes. <br />and the stars are out <br />tonight and I <br />need them to dance. <br /> <br />“have I said too <br />much” she says with <br />a halfhearted question <br />of love. <br />no, but you have not <br />kept your promise <br />and your promise <br />has not kept <br />me. <br /> <br />and all the while <br />the clock spins circles <br />on the wall <br />and a dog barks <br />at the moon. <br />and her face sits <br />resting on my <br />heart. <br /> <br />I say I need to go <br />I am tired <br />and her face <br />and her words <br />and her promises <br />will not let me <br />rest.<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-her-face-and-her-words-and-her-promises/
