Battlefield

I hear two voices wrapped around each other;

Promises intertwined between entangled legs,

The ghosts of "could have beens" standing
by the bedside, like unwelcome strangers at the door.

The memories of old hopes-

The scent of vibrant spirits-

The taste of thick words-

Faint marks from previous lips-

Suitcases of previous disasters line the hallway
and this damaged soul hunts for it's match
on this battlefield called my heart.