Place of Origin ( You Can't Go Home Again )

It was an amusing feeling he indulged in

Believing that he’d won in the end

Pictured himself with her again

Smug and confident of her feelings

He only needed memories

Of what they’d shared

To lure her back to his web

Never mind the pain that hadn’t been spared

Mistrust and infidelity swept

Neatly under the rug

He patted himself on the back

Congratulated his subtle

Manipulations

His aura oozed with redeeming qualities

Played with her emotions

Seduced her mind with pretty

Sentiments and potions

What he didn’t realize or cared to explore

The heart

Has way of remembering even

If the mind is convinced that pretty

Words of sentiment erase ugliness

The knock at the door had him believing

She was standing on the other side

Ready to succumb to his lust

At last his anticipation was over when

He open the door

Not the person he was expecting

His vision of victory suddenly felt cold

Slowly he closed the door and held on to

The letter served him

Without looking at it reality set in

All his wants and needs felt hollow

Looking at that letter

He knew you can’t go home again

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jabelufiroz 3 years ago from India

Great poetry EK ELLIS.


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Very good work. It is true; play with time and it will close the door in your face.

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