Somewhere Far Away

She looked to her left and she looked to her right,

There were unironically plenty of people in sight

She could've crossed the road and taken the underbridge home

But why isn't what we expect ever to be found in a poem

A story has value when hearts are shattered

Her eyes did the screaming, her wrists shook dread

She was terrified of finding that familiar face,

And yet it was all her fingers could trace

Lucky are those who have loved and lost,

Luckier still who built a rosebed cot

But what if the caressing hand smacked you hard

Knocking the wind off your lungs, throwing you afar

It could've been a mistake, it started small

The steaming tea cup he couldn't hold for long

Your feet burned, but in his kisses they were soothed

When he pushed you away in anger, within minutes he rued

You weren't physically hurt then, pfft - better than before too

Something was changing though, the longer blues?

One day, he yelled the roof down, the next a broken vase

More remorse, more guilt - benumbing it all was

You could leave now, but his claws are already in too deep

You're strong but this could be one momentous feat

Perhaps his eyes you search for and his arms you crave

But you know it shan't be, and you're somewhere far away