Face from the window

The face in the window
fragile, sad and so empty.

Your inners ache
and your body stagnate
thinking of the joyful pain
coming through from down
Down there where you most miss him
where he left
for the dreams
never fulfilled
never reached in the mist of the coffee cooling on HER table
Destroyed
both souls
No, all three of them.
Fucking cheats.

Why would you
Only tell me this one time
Then I'll let you go your way
Then I'll stop judging
what is not my place to judge
as the brisk ocean wave
cleans our sins
And her face
reflects in the window
still lost and not found
for what he sinned
and for what she regretted
not giving him.
Your body, the beat behind your chest,
the sweetness of the words on your lips,
holding hands
holding souls
What more do you want to give a man

who cheats?
Beat him, stone him to death
until he bleeds
and his eyes leaks in all directions
No regret
for the soul
Long gone
Long lost.
Left.
The face from the window left.
Died.
Forever.