The Last Bow

picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/empty-house-243827084

But then how is it possible that I still feel this way,

these feelings intense that disturb every day,

I wake up each morning just waiting to feel,

this draw towards you to have lessened appeal.

I’ll smile and I’ll tell you, ‘Lighten up, it’s not real’,

with a mask on my face I will feign..... ‘til I kneel.

My legs are too weak,

my thoughts make no sense,

the more I try shaping them the less my defense,

to follow the call that moves through me now,

take that what I want, then I’ll leave with a bow.