all things lost in my name

i imagine she is home right now, arms shivering, asking you to stay. begging you not to leave her or your family. willing to do anything that will make it right, one more time, this time for real. her eyes are red from crying and her brow angry from the pain of your deceptions. the smooth bed of love wont lie still for long and the sheets rustle with contemption. the frailty of ignorance no longer lingers in between you like the youth of love. and the widow has wiped the memory of you from her heart. she didn't want to leave you but was forced into dissolve by your love for another woman. this happens all the time, but not to everyone. and the truth stung in words that rolled like fields once flourished with flowers now burned in the heat of desire. the catching basin for all things lost is in my name. why did i feed the fire to burn anothers pain? have i no longer a breath in my body to extinguish that flame. and with all things lost will our love be the same.