The Red Nightie

Once you've been asking owning something of me

as a reminder when I am not around.

A piece of cloth or elsething smaller maybe,

and this had been easily found.

Before I went home the very last time

I put my red nightie into your bed,

and took your shirt as a pledge of mine

to wear whenever I might feel lonely and sad.

Since that last wonderful night and day,

some lonely years have already passed.

Suddenly you've taken your sweet love away,

and I couldn't believe in how fast.

The shirt of you had a moulding smell,

and I should have taken this as a sign.

I refused to believe, what it tried me to tell,

that your love had never been mine.

You've loved me as no other woman before,

but I fear this never was real.

Your tender words to me don't exist anymore,

just imagination, with nothing left to feel.

I really believed it was love I had seen,

sweet tenderness into your eyes.

Now accepting this as a betray had been,

no real love - just unpleasant lies.

Maybe you've been cheating yourself for a while,

I cannot claim about anything in the past.

But when have you started to laugh a wrong smile,

how long did your game of deception last?

As you don't want to share your lifetime with me,

and you never thought about a common way,

there's no need to keep it as a memory,

this piece of cloth is a proof of betray.

Since it's not me, to whom the nightie shall remind,

'cause I'm no reason for your emotional fights.

What have you been hoping in me to find,

just a beacon to feel better in dark nights?

© Liane Porger