As Love Makes An Exit

All those playful things
that lovers do
turn to horror films
when lovers go.
Usual senses like
touch and smell
get caught in cobwebs
woven in hell.
Not everything lasts
and like tears on frost,
love disappoints
and its spirit is lost.

Dusk descends
on a lonely coffin,
drained of blood
and long forgotten.
Sometimes theres pain
in what lovers do,
the hurt of leaving
when a lover goes...

@Steven Francis Poems 2002