How I Wish!

How I wish he spoke.
Just the way I spoke to him.
Bow…Bow…doesn’t make any sense.

 I wish I could save the past in a bottle. I’d pour a few moments whenever felt empty.

When the girl lost her way to his bed, a woman found the path to herself.  

    Her eyes can’t see yet the pain leads her fingers to fondle the bruised nape, She smiles shyly and whispers “Love hurts indeed.”