No More Goodbyes

For us both,
so many goodbyes
have been spoken,
words, promises
broken

Come, let us turn our backs
on old songs together.

I press my palm
to your cheek,
draw tight the drapes, 
pull your warmth
deep beside me in bed.
By morning, my love,
I promise you;
new songs 
will sing in your head.

Pris Campbell
(c)2002


Accepted for publication in Blackmail Press, fall 2002

Art:: Blue Kiss by Fabrina Kofman
Music: Serenity by Midi Music of John Bloise

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