I washed my face
With warm, salty tears
Early in the morning
My head throbbing
My body quelling
Into silent, heaving confusion
All the while forgetting
My heart softly drumming
Because I was
Losing myself to you
In nocturnal shadows
Of an ebony curtain
That obscurely falls
On the dawn
Of a new day.
© Salem Islas-Madlo 2013
Deep Souldiving 