Packed Cases

Could it be she was haunted by past faces?

Which made any future with her a thing of the past

For she now judged by past cases?

Told him she had heard it all before,

The same phrases;

Why do I keep getting people of your kind

Haunting the same places?

He always seemed to be in a hurry to go

Choosing to end up exactly where he was before.

No strings attached or inclination to get tied down.

No time for roots to take hold

For his heart is full of wanderlust

And his mind always raring to go

Making a relationship with him

A wonder were it to last.

Her mind already made up

She excused herself, to go and fix her makeup.

He gulped down another beer

And thought she really didn’t need it.

Both getting back into role: in a tragic romance drama.

Masks had been cracking and facades had been slipping;

The heart’s sphinx caught sleeping.

Caught up in his own web

Seeing his chance like sand through his fingers slowly ebb

For all he knows is how to keep his distance

And now that it was needed the most

The bottom of his heart would not come to his assistance.

So he resorted to the same words but now said with meaning.

Hoping she would not take them as demeaning.

She was ill at ease;

Always had been a tease.

For once found one she really hoped to please.

But even as she leaned in for the kiss

Her hands were pushing him away, willing him to cease.

Though in the back of her mind

She willed him her heart, will and soul to seize.

Checked into hotel California

It really had been easy for their cases had been packed

It was not as if it’s space that they lacked-

For their hearts were empty places.

Yet for once it all sucked

Leaving was not going to be as clean or easy.

Maybe not even an option though they already had;

Packed cases.