charcoal cloak

he hides away
In dark hallways
no trace of charcoal cloaks

It's on his face
His plain dismay
A man whose hearts been broke

but beneath the darkness
He hides the carcass
Of traumatic memories

A love too strong
To move on from
That he kept unreleased

A field of lilies in the countryside
touching hands in late July
she's the one who made him feel alive
but she went without a last goodbye
as she passed he wept by her side
he hoped to hear her laugh one last time
Instead, her child let out a cry
A boy who had his mother's eyes

An ink-black mark
On his forearm
tucked under his sleeve

Sly remarks
For the dark arts
he failed to achieve

and beneath the pressure
To be better
Than the pain he had been dealt

He knew he'd never
get to tell her
Everything he felt

A field of lilies in the countryside
touching hands in late July
she's the one who made him feel alive
but she went without a last goodbye
as she passed he wept by her side
he hoped to hear her laugh one last time
Instead, her child let out a cry
A boy who had his mother's eyes